#I’m sure he’s a nice person but I just can’t support someone who doesn’t believe in basic human rights

[blainesebastian]

it’s my party (and i’ll cry if i want to)

words: 1,829 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request): angst and drama but ends well notes: thanks for the request! hope you enjoy :)  warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff

You’ve called him three times and at this point, another time seems like overkill.

You’re usually not a person who overdoes it and granted, even this feels a little tame. You’ve called him over the span of a few hours, not all at once. It’s just, you had a bad feeling ever since you woke up this morning that things weren’t going to go your way. It’s your birthday, you were already a little apprehensive about celebrating it because nothing ever seems to go as you want it to, and when Austin promised he’d be home at a certain hour to celebrate, you took him at his word.

You know that dating an actor isn’t always smooth sailing, you know that he is sometimes, at the last minute, drawn into things he can’t get out of. Meetings, dinners, parties, events, mixers, whatever—you accept that, you understand, you’ve never put any pressure on Austin to somehow dip out of responsibilities just to spend time with you. You wouldn’t want to be that kind of girlfriend, anyways, that doesn’t support him? But at the same time, you just thought today would be a bit different.

A few days prior, you tried to tell Austin that you didn’t need anything special for your birthday—that you wouldn’t even be offended if they just moved through the week as if it was a normal day. But your boyfriend wouldn’t hear it, insisted that you deserved to be celebrated. And that sentiment is all well and good…as long as someone shows up to support those words and promises. You can’t believe you went from not wanting anything at all to somehow letting Austin talk you into deserving all the bells and whistles and now you’re pissed off that he’s late, MIA and that you can’t get ahold of him.

So ridiculous.

You are trying so hard, and failing, not to completely stew in your apartment because you understand that unexpected things can come up but that does not mean communication should just completely disappear? Then there’s the smallest part of you that’s worried because what if something awful happened and that’s why he’s not calling you back?

You wander over to your kitchen to get yourself a glass of water and look over at the door when you hear the familiar sound of keys turning in the lock. Setting the glass down, you watch as Austin comes in and toes off his shoes, the door closing behind him. Sticking his hands into the pockets of his black jean jacket, he turns to see you in the kitchen and offers you a small smile.

“Hey—you look nice.” He runs a hand through his jet-black strands, some refusing to move and reverting back to hovering over his forehead, “What’re you all dressed up for?”

You’re pretty sure your mouth falls open when he says that, “What do you mean what am I dressed up for?”

Austin sort of blinks at the tone of your voice before his eyes widen in realization, “Oh shit—no it’s,” He pats his pockets for his phone, slipping it out of his back pocket. “Fuck, I thought it was Tuesday.”

“It’s Wednesday.” You state with similar vinegar and just—you don’t want to be upset, you really don’t, you can see what’s happening right on Austin’s face. He’s lost track of the week, he thought your birthday was tomorrow, the man works long fucking hours and does exhausting things for his career that you can’t even dream of doing yourself.

And yet, you can’t find it within yourself to forgive him so easily either, something that you might otherwise brush off your shoulders—he forgot your fucking birthday. You cross your arms over your chest, trying not to boil but then Austin opens his mouth again and it’s like he’s trying to piss you off by saying all the wrong things,

“I’m so sorry—I got caught up runnin’ lines with Oliva and we just, ordered take-out—”

The thing is, you are not threatened by Austin’s beautiful co-worker, she’s nothing but sweet and completely supportive of Austin and your relationship. But it does rub salt in the wound, that he was eating dinner with another woman while you were waiting here feeling like a clown in your apartment for him to come home. And while you know that it’s not exactly fair? It still doesn’t make it hurt any less.

You put your hand up to try and just…stop this whole conversation because you feel like you’re going to lose your goddamn mind. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to do anything—my birthday is notorious for disappointing me one way or another. This is a new one though, so,” You toe off the booties you were wearing, starting to unzip your dress to get back into your comfortable clothes, “Thanks for that.”

Austin sighs softly, his one hand running over his face before pinching the bridge of his nose, “I said I was sorry.”

“Okay, and?” You throw over your shoulder, moving into your bedroom to take the dress off and put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, “Saying you’re sorry doesn’t magically make everything better.”

Distantly, you have no idea why you’re trying to continue this argument with him. He’s apologized, it was a mistake, and you don’t even like your birthday that much anyways. And yet you know it has everything to do with that fluttering feeling inside your chest that this one might be different, that it might actually be enjoyable where you don’t feel like you might dread it next year, that Austin could make it…worth it. You hate feeling like you’re naïve, that the emotion was crushed inside of you when he didn’t show up and you waited and it felt like some sort of high school flashback where your date ditched you at prom.

You could just forget it, move on, maybe have a small celebration tomorrow.

But it’s your party and you’ll cry if you want to, right?

“Okay, well let me try and fix it?” He offers, leaning against the doorframe, “We could still make a night out of it—maybe sit on the roof? Order dinner?”

“You already had dinner.” You comment shortly, passing him. You need to get out of this damn apartment, get some fresh air before you really start saying things you might regret.

“Don’t follow me,” You warn, not even bothering at this point to put shoes on as you snatch at a jacket on the clothes tree near the front door and close it behind you as you leave.

--

Dramatic exit? One hundred percent, but it was feeling like the walls were closing in on you in that apartment. You just need to calm down, take some deep breaths, get the images out of your head of Austin running lines with Oliva, laughing with her, sharing take-out while you were calling his phone and waiting for him to come home. You know that Austin loves you, you trust him more than anyone, and despite tonight, your relationship is on very strong ground. You just…you’re jealous and annoyed that things played out as they did.

Shaking your head, you run a hand through your hair and make your way up to the roof of your apartment building. There’s a patio for tenants, lawn chairs, tables, even a couch and pool tables, beautiful view of the city. Just a great place to not feel so claustrophobic. If Austin wants to attempt to rebuild some bridges tonight, he can find you there—it’s one of your safe spaces.

Guilt pools in your stomach and you try to dismiss those emotions as much as you can because that’s the last thing you want to feel. Aren’t you justified in being pissed off? Ugh, maybe you shouldn’t have been so snappy. Or maybe it’s okay that you stood your ground for once.

While this inner battle ping-pongs back and forth in your mind, you push open the door to the roof after climbing the stairs—

And nearly have a heart attack when people suddenly yell surprise!

You stand there for a long few moments, almost like you might be having an out-of-body experience as you stare back at the crowd gathered on the roof and slowly recognize family members, friends, neighbors, co-workers.

This is a surprise party for you.

You take a step back out of instinct and bump into someone, turning to see Austin and your cheeks are suddenly so red, so hot that you’re pretty sure your shirt might catch on fire. “You didn’t…” You mumble, unable to find the rest of the words.

He smiles softly and sticks his hands into his jeans, “I would never forget your birthday.”

You shake your head, biting down on your lower lip so hard it could draw blood. How are you supposed to even look at him? So many dueling emotions are crashing over you like waves, your chest feels like it might cave in on itself. You don’t even know what to say.

“You were right, I was supposed to be here hours ago—I am sorry for that,” Austin sighs, “The cake I ordered got delivered to set in the wrong place and…it ended up in the food tent, so I was scramblin’ to get you another one. You’d think bein’ Austin Butler and everythin’ would make it easier ordering a cake.” He’s teasing with that last part, reaching to touch your shoulders with his hands, “I kinda had to improvise when I got home, get you to the roof.”

A choked laugh leaves your lips, rubbing at your own cheeks. Instead, you tore off the cute dress you were wearing, left the apartment in your around-the-house clothes and stormed on up here—

“Well, I’m here.” You sigh dramatically, head tipped back just a little.

Austin chuckles warmly, pulling you close to wrap you in a hug. Hopefully everyone behind you two on the roof can’t hear this scene unfold because you’re embarrassed enough. You already know your parents are somewhere recording and or taking pictures. You allow your eyes to close for a few moments, arms slipping around Austin’s back to hug him tightly, burying your face in his chest. He presses his lips to your hairline, squeezing you, his hands tracing circles into your spine.

“Happy birthday,” He says as you pull back. His hands move to cup your cheeks, stroking gently and smirking a little at the red splotches that must still be there.

There are so many things that you want to say or…to apologize for being snippy even if you didn’t know, for storming out, something anything. And yet, you lean up on your toes and press a soft kiss to his lips,

“No more surprise parties…ever again.”

Austin laughs, gently turning you around to push you out onto the roof and into the festivities, ��No promises.”

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler drabble #austin butler fic #elvis 2022 #mccall writes things

[oflights]

oh have I missed the chance for prompts??? I hope not. Ummmm let’s see. How about your choice of the lads going to one of the below places:

* sushi conveyor belt restaurant

* way overpriced boozy brunch

* garden seating at a pub, on a hot summer night

so, as we've already discussed, i low-key want to do ALL of these and as such have screenshotted this to return to some of them. but this one is, in a roundabout way, garden seating at a pub on a hot summer (june) night. in new york! finally!

it's also 2.3k word again (just fuck my life, honestly) and it's getting back together fic. i'm sorry. this is who i am. i hope you like it!!

It’s a beautiful night, the stickiness of the summer day having faded a bit with the sun, just gone down an hour or so ago. There are lovely, multicolored paper lanterns filled with magical light strung up above, crisscrossing the width of the garden area, scattering it in purposeful rainbow. The low, cheerful din of glasses clinking against the wooden tables and excited chatter washes over the space.

There is a nice breeze, one Draco has been told means he should be grateful this is late June in New York and not August, where breezes flee. It’s still hot, unexpectedly so; he is very aware of wearing long sleeves and concedes his agent was probably right about that. He just didn’t want—people here like to ask about his tattoo when back home they know better, or worse, really. He doesn’t want to talk about that.

He finishes his drink trying not to even think about it, drumming his fingers against his own wooden table and shaking his head when a waitress asks him if he wants a refill. Carlo, his agent, gives him an unimpressed look and says, “If we’re going to wait to start, you might as well have another drink to calm your nerves.”

“I’m not nervous,” Draco says automatically, and Carlo snorts.

“Sure. Look, if that’s the case, we might as well—”

“Just a few more minutes; they’ll be here,” Draco cuts in quickly, and now Carlo sighs.

“A few more minutes, all right. But if we wait any longer the people who want to be here will actually just leave, and then we’ll have booked all this for nothing.”

Draco nods distractedly, already looking away and glancing out over the other tables without trying to be too obvious about it or catch anyone’s eye. He still has to nod at people—people he can’t really believe exist, people excited to see him read to them, people who have read his book with their actual eyes and liked it and bought it and maybe told their friends to buy it. They have it with them, holding it in their hands. It’s startling every time he thinks about it. It still seems like a trick, like someone is going to jump out from somewhere and say “Got you!”

This is the first reading he’s doing in person, ever. He’d done a successful launch party in London, had done something of a press round, even—terrifying, the whole time, even as it all went well. He’d read from his book on the wireless, he’d chatted with a few people who walked up to him in Diagon Alley, bewilderingly, happily. He likes to talk about his book.

But now Draco’s half a world away from all that, because apparently his book is selling really well in the States, better even than back home, and the international affiliate of his publisher wanted him to do a book tour to support the second printing, which means conferences and events and more press and—

And a reading, to strangers, in a beautiful garden area behind a large, apparently historic pub in the magical area nestled between the West Village and Greenwich Village. The sounds and lights of the city around them are muffled, muted, like the world has narrowed down only to this.

It’s a long way to go, for him and for all of the people Draco had rather desperately invited—all of his friends, who had had to break their promises to come one by one as family and job issues waylaid them.

Even his extended friends, the kind he only sees at rare and rarer pub nights every few months or at weddings or funerals or—he’d given out invitations to them, too, had offered to arrange Portkeys and stays in New York even once the book tour takes him elsewhere.

A few had said they’d try to come, but as the people he’s closer to had cancelled—Pansy, histrionically heartbroken about it, Blaise playing it so cool it was clear he truly was upset, Greg and Millie and Daphne and Theo and all of them full of regrets and work and kids and things that Draco didn’t have to keep him from doing something mad like traveling around the world for a stupid little book—Draco had resigned himself to the fact that they wouldn’t come either. Why would Hermione Granger or Neville Longbottom go out of their way for someone they see once every few months now, ever since—when the people he sees at least twice a week on average couldn’t make it?

Draco had even invited—he was desperate—and he knew he wouldn’t come because they were over, of course, any obligation to come to things like this had ceased when all that had ended, so there was no way—but just in case—   

He'd told himself that was all okay because his parents had promised. They don’t understand any of it, of course—Father thinks it’s a silly hobby gone a bit too far, and perhaps it had started that way, a diversion from the drudgery of managing the Malfoy estate, but now it’s all this, it’s Draco’s life that he doesn’t get—but they had said they’d be here to support him. They have no jobs, he is their family, they can arrange international Portkeys in their sleep—there’s no reason for them not to come. He’s certain they’ll be here.

Draco cranes his neck, searching the tables for any telltale blond hair he’s missed, eyes flicking to the back entrance to the pub where he’s sure they’ll emerge at any moment. Maybe they missed their Portkey and had to reschedule. Maybe there was a delay at the terminal. Maybe they decided to sleep off the time difference at their hotel and didn’t set a wakeup Floo. Maybe—

“Draco,” Carlo says, very gentle, but not patient. “We’ve got to start. I’m sorry, but I don’t think they’re coming.”

Draco shakes his head, even as the truth of that settles in the pit of his stomach like a sinking stone. He swallows past a lump in his throat, wishing he did have a new drink so his hands could be damp with cool condensation instead of clammy, anxious sweat.

He is not nervous. “You can do this,” Carlo tells him. “Just keep an eye on me; I’m here.” Draco likes talking about his book. He likes being around people, chatting with them—it’s just reading, his own words, he practically knows them by heart, they’re etched into his skin far deeper than the Mark, scratched over his heart—

But he really, really wanted his parents to come. He truly thought they would.

“All right,” Draco says finally, still shaking his head but forcing himself to come to terms. He talks himself into it as he stands up, rationalizing—it was definitely the time difference. They’re napping; Mother will wake up horrified, and they’ll get late drinks and perhaps midnight room service and laugh about it later.

That’s how he gets himself to the edge of the garden under the brightest lights, standing at a Levitating podium that settles to the ground once he reaches it. It’s hotter here, under the lights; he wants to rip his sleeves off and use them to dab at his sweaty temples. He has to take deep breaths.

Draco looks out over the crowd, their eager faces, and tries to focus on Carlo—but his face is too soft, too close to pity. He tries to look at nothing instead, knows soon he’ll be reading anyway so it doesn’t matter, he doesn’t have to look at the fact that his parents aren’t here. But first he has to talk a little, introduce himself, thank people for coming, all of these people who don’t even know him, didn’t raise him, still showed up because they liked his work that much when his parents haven’t even read—

“Hello,” Draco makes himself say, a small huff of a laugh, as charming a grin as he can muster. For a moment, that’s all he can muster; his throat is tightening, his sleeves feel like they’re getting smaller. He doesn’t think it’s possible to be strangled at your wrists, but perhaps they’re cutting off the circulation there, constricting his blood flow enough to explain why breathing is so treacherous. “I—I’m so glad you’re all here. I’m so glad that I’m here.”

More words, successful. Words are his thing, Draco reminds himself. He can do this. “And I’m—I’m grateful, really. Impossibly so. It’s really—this month, in this place, and I’m barely starting to understand how much it means to everyone because all I’ve known, all I’ve put into this book, is what it means to me—what it means to be like us, or so I assume, in what feels like a very small world, and—” He breaks off, making slightly panicked eye contact with Carlo—who taps the rainbow pin on his lapel and gives him a thumbs up, encouraging, he can do this.

Draco manages to open his mouth again, but all that emerges is a puff of slightly distressed air. And that’s when movement from the back entrance distracts him thoroughly, gratefully, another place to fix his gaze—which widens, steals more breath.

Rushing through the doorway, knocking into a slotted wooden chair and swearing, is Harry. He’s got Draco’s book wedged under his armpit, he’s whispering apologies to people he bumps into; he drags a chair out from a table with a bunch of strangers, apologizing to them and then hurriedly turning to face Draco with a slightly sweaty, flustered face.

Harry grins when Draco catches his eye. His glasses reflect the rainbow lights a little, and he looks a mess in the loveliest, most familiar way. He’s practically vibrating in his seat, excited, maybe nervous, too, and he’s—here. He’d gotten the invitation Draco sent in desperation, the note he’d scrawled I’m sure you’re busy with work, and I know we don’t really see much of each other anymore, and it’s a long way to go, but if you want to, if you have any interest, it would mean a lot be nice of you and nice to see you—and he’d Portkeyed halfway across the world and he’s here, somehow, bewilderingly, happily.

And suddenly all of Draco’s words are right there, easy, ready to be plucked up and tossed out with every confidence at where they’ll land. It’s a familiar feeling, a specific kind of confidence he’d thought entirely out of reach once he and Harry broke up and descended into the awkward, not-quite friends they’ve been since. Harry is here, and he cares for him, at least enough to show up for him, and Draco can do this because Harry clearly believes he can. It must not have even been a question in his mind, for him to come all this way.

“I’m so grateful we’re all here together,” Draco says. He touches his own pin, looks around, keeps talking. “Being together like this in a small world—it makes it feel much bigger.”

He goes on; he reads. He chokes himself a little but only for good reasons, looking up and seeing people listening, their eyes shining, laughing at the best of moments. He looks into Harry’s eyes, grins back at him, softens it when he catches Harry swiping his fingers behind his glasses as subtly as possible.

After, Draco gets another drink and sits at various tables, signing books, chatting happily. He gravitates towards Harry, who has his own drink and seems to be waiting, but when they near each other Harry whispers, “No, you can keep—I’ll wait for you, Draco, it’s all right.”

“Thank you,” Draco whispers back, hoping Harry knows how much he means it.

And there’s every opportunity to tell him as the crowd thins and the pub staff comes out to start stacking chairs and taking down the lights. Carlo leaves after hugging Draco and telling him how brilliant he’d been, telling him to get excited about doing this again two nights from now in Boston. And then there’s Harry, here, waiting.

“I’m sorry I was late,” Harry says once Draco joins him in the only other unstacked chair. The lights are all gone now, the pub staff telling them they can hang out while they finish closing up inside, the only light streaming from that backdoor. “And that I didn’t, um, tell you I was coming. I was just so—I’d heard about it, of course, but I didn’t know if you’d want me here really, I thought maybe you were just—”

“I wanted you here,” Draco says, realizing he was desperate but not in just the way he’d imagined. “I—I am so happy you came.”

“Me too,” Harry says, and then he laughs a little. “Even though I can barely see you.” He taps his wand a few times and shoots brilliantly bright, multicolored sparks out of it; they rise up to form a glowing, rainbow swirl of light above them, like all the lanterns have cracked open and spilled above them.

It’s beautiful, and Harry looks beautiful beneath it, the colors splayed across his skin as he puts his wand down, reaches out, and takes Draco’s hands. “Better,” Harry says, and then: “I’m so fucking proud of you, Draco.”

Relief, rushing and sweets, hits Draco so fast that it’s all he can feel for a moment. Gone is the disappointment, nerves, dread—all of it falls away. He can do this, he thinks; he did it.

“Do you want to—I mean, you came all this way, and this place is closing but I’m sure there are others we could—maybe food? And we could—I’d love to just—” His words are gone again but now it’s because it feels like there’s too many, that there’s so much he wants to say to Harry and it’s all got to come out quickly because “—and I’m going to Boston very soon, I’m sorry, but maybe—”

“Never been to Boston,” Harry says, smiling so fondly. He squeezes Draco’s hands.

#drarry #drarry fic #oflights #oknowkiss #asks #my fic #fic prompts #why am i like this!!! #this just spiraled #i could probably write 20k more of it tbh #also: happy pride!!! #this is the most pride fill yet :')

[her-midas-touch]

How do you think Robin & Nancy and El & Max would get together?

Sure thing! Here’s some of my ideas

I think Nancy would just not be able to immediately clock her attraction to Robin. I just see it as something that frustrates her because it kind of drives her crazy since she’s legitimately so deep in the comphet that she just doesn’t understand why she feels that way, and like she’s just kind of suppressing it (somewhat possibly because of her guilt over barb? That would be interesting)

I don’t really have a fixed idea of it, but I see like, a vision of it, maybe like Nancy feeling jealous when she sees Robin and Vickie, and after both of them open up more with each other, especially with nancy talking to someone else who knew barb and opening up more and letting her guards down, and gosh I will shut up before I launch into this one shot I’ve been thinking about (it’s basically drunk nancy just kind of unloading her guilt and just confessing how much easier it is to talk to robin ashcrbzdggfhb—)

And, hey, personally I love the idea that since steve already knows about robin he might actually be able to tell that robin has something going on with Nancy, and though he might be somewhat skeptical about Nancy’s sexuality he’s still super protective of robin, and it’d be funny if he keeps making these subtle comments to nancy that confuse her so much cause she hasn’t realized her own feelings yet ahhhhh. Either that or he’s just a major ronance supporter later on because I think he’d want his best friend to be happy (no reducing his arc by continuing to play him being hung up on nance either 😌)

And that being said, I’m such a firm believer that ronance kiss and confession SO happens when robin confronts her about something (maybe some way she’s been acting) or is just getting super passionate about her rambles and nancy just grabs her face mid-r amble and kisses her———-

Yeah this one’s somewhat self-indulgent lmaooo, but idc and bonus points if it happens in a library (library scene sexual tension you will always be famous)

As for elmax……just, one of elmaxed’s fics captures it PERFECTLY ahhhhhhh, it’s my one of favorite one-chapter fics that somehow compiles everything I love about elmax so yeah check that out (this is code for I am sleep-deprived af 😭) 

I’ll just link it here for anyone who wants to read and hasn’t yet :) https://archiveofourown.org/works/43101225

Anyway, tyy so much for the ask, sorry if it’s all over the place, I can’t think organized thoughts rn and my brain is threatening to stop braining so 😭

hope you have a nice day!

#asks #ronance #elmax #Im so doing elmax justice in the next elmax centered ask I get because I’ve been consuming so much elmax content ahhh #and also I love platonic stobin they have my heart #and do yk how much I love the idea of nancy and steve bonding again over their love for robin even though the love is different on both end #like that scene where nancy and steve are talking about robin and she recalls robin telling her it took her longer to walk as as a baby lma

[taleasnewastime]

The Ick

Summary: You’re not picky you just have standards. Ok, maybe they’re very high standards, but why shouldn’t they be? You’ve not about to settle for anyone. You’re not about to spend the rest of your life with someone who changes the channel half-way through a show you’re watching or who wears sock with sandals or loose boxer shorts. No. Because all of things bring on that terrible feeling, the cool dread that creates unattraction. You’ve caught the ick from every guy you’ve dated, but all it takes is one comment to make you realise that there’s one man in your life who has never made you feel it. And while that should be exciting, the fact he’s your best friend makes things a little complicated.

Pairing: Hoseok x reader

Genre: Friends to lovers; angst; fluff.

Word count: 6k

Warnings: Swearing, apologies if you do any of the things that reader hates, kissing? Mentions of sex though no descriptions, drinking alcohol, idk not too much.

Authors Note: Inspired by the song The Ick by Panic Shack which I am currently obsessed with. I hope you enjoy :) 

You’ve been hanging out for a while. It’s been nice, chilled. He’s into space. Like, really into space. Planets and black holes and stars and shit. He has this massive telescope where he looks at the night sky. One of your firsts dates was star-gazing, picnic blanket and him point out the different constellations and all. He’s passionate and it’s cool.

He’s opened up about different things in his life he finds tough and has listened when you’ve done the same. It’s nice, to have someone you’re so close with who listens. There was a time when a guy  got too close to you at the pub and he’s stood up for you. He’s sensitive but tough, the perfect ratio.

The sex is good too, which isn’t everything in a relationship, but is also pretty crucial.

You thought things were going well. As well as things can be going after only a couple of weeks of knowing each other. Which is longer than a lot of your relationships. There wasn’t any red flags or things that put you off. You thought maybe this could be it. Maybe Dan is the one.

But then one morning you saw it.

You’d stayed at his and when you went into the kitchen after just waking up, he was already boiling the kettle. You kissed his cheek as you watched him make you a cuppa.

He got the mug.

Pulled the milk out the fridge.

The kettle was still boiling as he unscrewed the milk cap.

You couldn’t believe your eyes.

He put the milk in first!

Who puts the milk in first?

You didn’t think anyone actually put the milk in first.

He was oblivious to your inner turmoil. Just continued to make your now tainted tea. The water was white when he poured it in, disgusting. And you watched as he stewed the water with cold milk mixed in. You couldn’t drink it. You needed to get out.

When you look at Dan’s face everything is different. There’s no attraction there anymore. You don’t find him good looking at all, even struggle to see what you may ever have found attractive. Even sitting in the living room listening to one of his passionate rants makes you cringe.

It happens with everyone you’ve been with. Everything seemingly fine until one small thing changes everything. That thing you can’t unsee that makes a chill run through you. Something you always catch from every guy, a disease that changes your whole perspective of a person.

He’s given you the ick.

“No,” Kat dramatically elongates the word. “Not Dan too. I liked Dan. We liked Dan. I thought you liked Dan?”

“He put the milk in first.”

“But you said the sex was great?” She carries on. “That’s more than you can say about Rudolf.”

“Yeah, but he put the milk in the tea first. I’m sorry but who does that?”

“Posh people?”

You roll your eyes, point proven surely. Kat doesn’t give in as easily. You watch as she turns in desperation to the other person in the room, hoping for some support.

“Please, Hoseok, you liked Dan.”

You flick your eyes to your right looking at the man who hasn’t said a word since you announced you’d ended it with Dan. He’s still working his way through a mouthful of the bacon bap he made earlier. He’s got fluffy hair today, the strands died back to black having previously been a near florescent blonde. He’s in black sweats with a large black top on, pretty casual from his normal more colourful looks.

He swallows then looks up and between you and Kat.

“I always thought the whole space thing was a bit odd,” his tone a verbal shrug.

You look at Kat smug. She looks back annoyed.

“That has nothing to do with adding the milk in first.”

You shrug, lean back in your seat now you’ve won. Though you were hardly about to take Dan back if Hoseok took Kat’s side. It’s just she does this every time you tell her you’ve ended it with someone, so any advantage you’ll gladly take. Hoseok is on your side. Even if the reason he didn’t like Dan is different. That’s a win for you. And if the sigh Kat lets out is anything to go by, she agrees.

He’s cute. The guy dancing in the group next to yours that keeps glancing your way.

You’re slightly inebriated but you can still tell he’s good looking. Short hair. Dark eyes. A sharp jaw line and strong cheekbones. Yeah, he’s hot.

It’s you that makes the first move. Though you try to be subtle about the fact you want him to follow you to the bar, in your drunken state you pretty much point between the two of you and then at the bar. You may have been less subtle if you just held up a sign.

Still, he follows you.

His arm is almost touching yours as you join the small crowd that’s gathered around the bar. You smile but don’t look up at him.

“What’s your name?” His breath fans across your face as he places his lips near your ear.

You look at him. He’s pulled away but is still close so he can hear your answer. You don’t miss the way his eyes flick down to your lips.

You shrug in reply to his question and one of his eyebrows raises, his smile widening.

“Ah,” he says. “So you’re one of them?”

You’re not sure if it’s meant to be a compliment or not. “One of what?”

“Those girls who pretend to be mysterious, hoping to draw innocent guys like me in.”

You scoff. “I’m not mysterious and I doubt you’re innocent.”

You only hear his hum when his head is next to yours. His lips once again right by your ear. When he talks it’s all bass.

“Maybe you’ll get to find out just how innocent I am later.”

“Is that a threat?”

“More a promise.”

Your stomach ties in a knot and you struggle to keep your smile looking so smooth and easy as he draws away. In contrast his smile is cock sure, as if he knows exactly the effect he’s had on you.

His hand goes to the small of your back, prompting you to step forward and take the empty spot that’s just opened up at the bar. Completely consumed by him, you hadn’t noticed.

“What do you want?” He asks.

“Uh,” you look away from him, try to clear your head as you look instead at the bartender. You shout your order across the bar, holding up you fingers to help signal you want a double.

When you look back at the man your stomach drops.

He’s looking down at something, the same something that made your heart reverse its beating.

He’s pulling a card out of his phone case.

Not the back of his phone. No, because that would be fine. It’s out one of the many pockets.

Because he has a flip phone case.

One of the ones your mum has.

You look up at his face, he’s still focused on paying but you can still feel it. That cool dread. That slight sick feeling. The lingering disgust. He’s done it in record time. He’s given you the ick.

Your skin prickles now not with excitement but with dread. You need to escape but don’t want to just run. For one he’s bought you a drink. For another it’s rude.

You search for your escape as he slips his phone back in his pocket and picks up your drinks. You gladly take yours off him and take a long cool gulp. He chuckles, his face still lit up, completely unaware of your change in feelings.

“I, uh, I need to go to the loo.”

His face dips a little, the smallest tic to show his unease. You don’t let him talk, start to walk backwards away from him a forced smile on your lips.

“I won’t be long. I’ll meet you on the dance floor.”

You don’t know if your words reach him or wait for a response, just twist and fight your way through the crowds of people.

You hand Hoseok your drink before grabbing his elbow and tugging him away from the spot he was dancing in. He doesn’t protest, a sign you’ve at least not dragged him away from a potential pull. Not that you’d care if you had. This is an emergency after all.

He’s downed the drink when you make it to the entrance of the club, too close to the toilets for your liking but at least quieter.

“You ready to go?”

He frowns. “No.”

“Ok great. You didn’t bring a jacket, did you?”

His smile broadens as he seems to catch on to what’s caused this panic. It doesn’t put any urgency into his actions.

“What was it this time?”

“Flip phone case.”

“Like a mum?”

His tone as well as the fact he’s voiced the same thing that went through your head sends a jolt of joy through you, but you only level him with a steady look. It only confirms what he’s said, which only makes his smile deepen.

“Definitely a no then,” he says with no sense that he’s teasing you.

You loop your arm through his and he lets you drag him out into the night. All the way home he lets you rant about the many reasons why no one should own a flip phone case. He keeps his arm looped with yours the whole way and with your side pressed against his you can feel as well as hear the chuckles he lets out with every one of your reasons. By the time you’re home you’re feeling much better.

“Do you think I’ll ever find anyone?”

“Of course you will.”

“It doesn’t feel that way sometimes.”

Hoseok doesn’t reply to that, and though his eyes are firmly on the TV, you know it’s not because he’s ignoring you.

You’re lay across one of your sofa’s, Hoseok sat on the chair next to you with his feet up. You’re both trying your best to sling your hangovers off. Yours is just making you feel more dramatic about life.

“I can’t believe he had a flip phone,” you moan not for the first time. “He was so hot.”

“Doesn’t mean anything about his personality.”

“Clearly!”

Hoseok chuckles, the noise only spurs you on. Or maybe it’s the fact that he always seems to get it. He may just be entertaining your ideas, but he never shuts them down like Kat does and you like that.

“All men are gross.”

“Hey,” he turns his head to glare a little at you. “Not all men.”

“Fine. Not you.”

“Thank you,” he says, going back to the show on screen.

“Because you’d never have a flip phone case or put the milk in first or shush me in the cinema.”

“Never.”

“Why can’t all men just be like you?” You sigh.

The question goes unanswered.

You go on more dates as the weeks pass, end up being with some guys for varying amounts of time before the ick feeling creeps up on you.

There’s one guy who turns up to your date on an electric scooter. An instant no.

The next guy makes it a night. And then when you’re sat in front of the TV watching Drag Race he pulls off his socks and starts to pick at his toes. You feel a little sick. No surprise when you don’t call him again.

The final guy doesn’t make it far either. He’s only late by a few minutes to your first date, something that annoys you, but you can look over when he has a valid excuse ready. But when he does it a second time you can’t move on from it.

You decide to take a break from dating, at least don’t actively look to go out with anyone.

Men are crap, but you do wonder if you’re attracting a certain breed. Or maybe you are just overly picky.

It’s best if you step off the market for a while.

The trouble is, with your mind unoccupied, that’s when it happens, or more that’s when you notice it.

Maybe it’s because you’re not dating, not meeting men or having any sex. Though you doubt it. You’re not so obsessed with any of that to not be able to go a few weeks without it.

Maybe it’s because you’re spending more time with your friends, the evenings you would be dating taken up with them instead. Or more with him.

Or maybe it’s because of the comment he made all those weeks ago. How he would never be like any of the men you’ve dated. It’s subconsciously stuck in your brain that you’ve started to pick up on his traits.

But you start realising that it’s true.

Hoseok really isn’t like any of the guys you’ve dated. Because all those things that have given you the ick, he would never be caught dead doing.

He always cleans the dishes when he’s done even if it’s not his own house. He’s conscious of his fashion choices. He doesn’t pick his nails or chew loudly. He’s not perfect but you’ve never felt disgusted by him. Sure, you’ve also never felt like you want to have sex with him. But the more you think about it you realise maybe you could like him as more than a friend. Maybe you do want to have sex with him …

“You walking home?”

“Huh?” You look to your left, turning away from saying goodbye to your friend Amy. You’re heating before you even make eye contact. You’ve never felt nervous around Hoseok before, yet now you can’t help but feel all jittery in his presence.

“Are you walking home?” He smiles at you as if amused.

“Uh,” you continue to stall, looking back at Amy for help, but she’s already disappeared. You look back at Hoseok who waits patiently for your answer. “Yeah?”

“Great,” he twists his body in the direction of home. “Then, shall we?”

You nod, follow his lead while leaving a good distance between you.

If he reads anything into your strange behaviour, he doesn’t say anything. You just walk side by side, both of you silently keeping the distance you created. It’s hard to believe that a few weeks ago you walked home arm in arm. You’d never dream of doing that now.

“So what do you think about Maisie’s news?”

“Huh?”

There’s a small frown between his eyebrows when you look at him and you scold yourself into listening to him and not overthinking this.

“Maisie’s engagement news?”

“Oh right,” you chuckle, though it sounds flat. “Yeah, I really wasn’t expecting that. Though, I guess it isn’t really a surprise. She’s been talking about wanting to get married for ages now.”

“Just seems a bit of rush doesn’t it.”

You hum. It’s only been eight months since they met, which is fine, it’s just there are other considerations in these things.

“What do you think of Steve?”

“He seems alright,” Hoseok says and the tone he uses makes you look at him and lift an eyebrow. It seems you walked into his trap if the beaming smile you’re met with is anything to go. It makes you snap your head forward as your skin heats to a hundred degrees. “He’s a bit odd isn’t he?”

“That’s one way of putting it.”

“How would you put it?”

“Uh,” he sounds so interested, as if he really cares about your opinion. Does he always sound that way, or is it something you’re reading into too much now with your change in feelings? “I kind of worry he might be a bit controlling?”

“Really?”

“Didn’t you notice how she had to ask him if it was ok if she downloaded that app? And she’s talking about changing her job. It wasn’t long ago she was going on about how much she loves her job.”

He pauses for a second, really considering your words. You can see he agree with you by the way his face changes, but his next words aren’t what you expect.

“Are you ok?” He clarifies with the shock on your face. “It can’t have been nice for you to witness that.”

You focus on the path ahead rather than him. He’s being way too soft with you right now. It’s not like it’s unusual, it’s just you’re trying to bury your feelings for him. He’s not helping with that.

“You were there too. You saw it too,” you mutter.

“Yeah, but you guys are close.”

You shrug. “It’s not nice, but she’s happy. We’ll just have to watch out for her.”

“Of course.”

“Anyway,” you pick up your voice hoping to pick up the mood. “The wedding will be great.”

“It will definitely be quite the party.”

“That’s something to look forward to.”

He hums in agreement. There’s a few seconds of silence and then he’s talking again, changing the subject though you guess it also links to weddings.

“I’ve noticed you’ve not gone on many dates recently.”

It was brought up at the meal you just had. But Hoseok saying it now feels completely different. You felt like you could laugh it off early, you don’t feel that way now. If he had said it a few weeks ago you wouldn’t have even blinked, now you can’t even reply.

“Everything alright?” It’s not said condescending, as if implying you’re a slut. It’s said with a little concern but only because he’s noticed your change in routine and wants to check in on you.

“Yep,” you say a little too high pitched.

“You sure?” He pokes a little. “Because you know you can always talk to me about anything.”

Not in this case. “Yeah, of course,” you say instead.

He nods, not looking convinced but not pushing you anymore. “Well lets hope you find someone in time for the wedding.”

“Yeah,” you mutter and then make an effort to change the conversation to something that couldn’t be linked to romance or dating. You manage to make it all the way home with no more awkwardness.

You’re normally not shy when it comes to someone you like. You’re happy to make the first move, to make it obvious you like them, to ask them on a date. With Hoseok it’s different.

He’s your friend. And that means so much more than just risking losing him. It goes beyond him to your friendship group. It means you have way more history to consider. It means that you may be reading more into things which he’s probably always done, only now you’re wondering if it’s because maybe he likes you back.

It’s complicated.

And you hate it.

You wish you’d never realised how nice he is. No, you wish you hadn’t realised how hot he is, because you’ve always realised what a nice guy he is. Now you just also see how incredibly attractive he is too.

Who wears a beanie to brunch? Hoseok, apparently. And he does it while looking utterly adorable with strands of hair poking out. He wears oversized t-shirts, so big that they slip a little on his shoulders revealing collar bones you could bite. He has a large endearing, overly excited smile on his face when he shows you his painted nails one day. You would never have thought you’d find painted nails so attractive before.

You’re a mess. You fear you may be delusional. But the more time you spend with Hoseok the more you see and the hotter you find him.

He’s your best friend. How can this be happening? You’re only hope is that he does something soon that gives you the ick and places him firmly back in the friendzone.

That day never comes.

“I’ve realised something.”

“What?” Kat says sounding half distracted.

“There’s someone I don’t get the ick with.”

“Okay …”

“Why don’t you sound more excited?”

“Because I’m worried you’re going to say me, and I love you, but I don’t love you like that.”

You glare at her, she just shoots you a sarcastic smile.

“Ok. Just tell me who it is,” Kat says.

“Hoseok.”

She laughs. Proper belly chuckles. And when you don’t join in it slowly dies until her face is filled with concern.

“I’m sorry. What?”

Silence. You can’t get your words out, maybe because your mind is a scrambled mess after finally admitting it aloud; it sounds so different in the openness of the room rather than in the confines of your mind. Or maybe because Kat doesn’t let you have the room to talk.

“Hoseok. As in, Hoseok? Our friend? Hobi?”

“Yes?” You mutter, sounding unsure yourself.

“But, like, that’s the same thing as me, right? You know, because we’re friends and you don’t get the ick because he’s a friend and there’s nothing romantic there.”

You think you have a grimace on your face, at least a look that shows you’re just as lost as Kat is. She seems to be getting more desperate with every word that leaves her lips and it’s doing nothing to calm you down.

“Right?”

The longer the silence goes on the more desperate Kat looks. You near to tear this off like a plaster.

“I don’t think so?”

“You don’t think so.”

“No?”

“Please, tell me how,” she asks, only you’re not entirely sure how to explain it.

“I’m not sure,” she levels you a look that tells you she wants you to try. “Ok. Uh, I mean I don’t really know when it happened because I think the same as you, Hoseok’s just Hoseok. But I don’t know he made a comment that made me realise he’s never done any of the things that have turned me off people before and I just kind of started seeing him differently because of it.”

She pauses, considering.

“Have you had a fall?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Not had a ball thrown at your head or walked into a beam or something?”

“I’m being serious.”

“Ok,” she says looking like she’s transforming into damage control Kat. Good, you need damage control Kat. “Ok. Well, have you asked him what he thinks.”

“Are you mad?” You screech.

“Ok, of course you haven’t,” she pauses and then looks at you in a sheepish way that means you’re not about to like what she’s going to say. “But maybe you should?”

“Should what?” You know what she means, just can’t believe she’s saying it.

“Should ask him what he thinks of you.”

“Uh, no.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” you pause, “it’s Hoseok!”

“Exactly, he’ll understand.”

“I’m not asking him.”

“And he won’t laugh you out of the room or make it awkward after. He’ll be fine.”

“I said I’m not doing it.”

She gives you a look that sends a different type of dread to course through you.

“And you’re not asking him either,” you warn.

She pouts, disappointed. You regret ever admitting it to her.

“Forget I ever said anything,” you say. “I’m sure I’ll get over it soon.”

“Maybe you just need to get back out there. Go on some dates.”

“Sure,” you say, though you don’t convince anyone.

You should never have told Kat, because now you have the added stress that she’s going to say something. It’s not that you think she’d go behind your back, more that she’ll say something without thinking. But you don’t feel prepared to say anything to Hoseok yourself.

You’re sat at your friends nervously nursing a drink. Your friend, Ali, is sat next to you talking but you can hardly concentrate because Hoseok and Kat are talking together across the room.

Hoseok is laughing about something. Doing that utterly endearing thing where his whole body flounders around with every laugh. His drink looks like it’s going to go everywhere, though there isn’t much left.

Kat doesn’t look guilty, in fact she looks a little smug about having such a receptive audience. It doesn’t look like she’s spilling your secrets and though they’re having their own conversation you doubt she would say anything in a room full of people. Still, you feel on edge as you watch them.

You engage in conversation with Ali enough to not be rude. But most of your attention is on the conversation happening across the room.

You feel like dying when they both stand and head out of the room.

They’re clearly just getting refills. But the fact they’re doing it together makes you even jittery. Out of sight they could be doing anything.

It’s not helped that they take longer than it would take to pour the beers they come back with.

And the smug look Kat shoots you before taking your seat only makes you feel sicker.

She’s meddling. You just can’t work out how. Because Hoseok doesn’t even look your way. He acts normally – more than you can say about yourself. You have to accept you’re getting too fidgety about this whole thing and just need to trust that Kat isn’t going to say or do anything.

She may be your best friend, but you don’t trust her, not in this situation anyway. You keep an eye on them the entire night only to see no suspicious activity.

When it finally comes out, it’s not how you would have planned. Something that’s reflected in your reaction.

You’re drunk and back in that same club from all those weeks ago where you met the guy with the flip phone case. Only this time you only have eyes for Hoseok.

You giggle as he spins you around. His hands in yours as he pulls you close and then pushes you away. It feels like you’re at a ball rather than at a club.

He pulls you close again but as you move you trip a little and rather than the smooth movement it’s supposed to be, you fall into him. His hands move from yours to your hips to steady you. Your hands on his chest. All you can think is how firm it is and maybe that’s why you liger a little longer than necessary.

Hoseok doesn’t pull you away, let’s you stay pushed up against his chest.

When you look up at him, he’s already looking down. His smile has dropped off his face the same way yours has.

The music sounds so far away now. Blood filling your ears. You watch as his eyes flicking between your eyes, but it’s like gravity the way they get drawn to his lips. It’s inevitable.

You push up into him. The movement is so fast that it catches both of you off guard.

Your lips are on his and while you thought maybe that would be the thing that might finally break all these feelings towards him. You thought maybe you’d be grossed out by it, maybe you’d hate the feeling, or he’d be bad at it. You were wrong. They’re firm yet mouldable, they taste sweet like the drinks he’s had tonight. There’s nothing bad about it, in fact it only makes you like him more.

You push further into him, deepen the kiss a little before realising what you’re doing, who you’re kissing.

You’re breathless when you pull away, eyes blown wide as you look at Hoseok. You don’t run away immediately, stay stood in his arms trying to read the situation.

It’s him that goes in for a second kiss. His head angling to the side to make it that much deeper, his hands squeezing your hips the same way his lips are squeezing yours. You arch your back into him, let out a little unheard moan when his tongue sweeps across your lips. You let him in and his tongue is just as skilled as his lips, just as sweet too.

It takes another second for realisation to dawn. You’re too stuck in the kiss, too caught up in how good it feels to want it to stop. But you’re kissing Hoseok, your best friend, the guy you’ve had so many mixed feelings for. This isn’t how you wanted this to go, because although you don’t know how you want it to go, you don’t want it to be some drunk kiss in a club that ultimately makes things awkward. You wanted to talk to him first, not kiss him before you discuss his feelings.

And god, he’s drunk. He probably doesn’t even realise you’re you right now, might think you’re a random girl. He’s not in his right mind. You’re probably taking advantage of him.

When you pull away from him this time it’s more powerful. You rip yourself out of his arms so that you’re stood a few steps away. He looks confused for a second, but he must see the panic on your face. Before he can take a step towards you, you hold your hands up. He stays where he is, doesn’t say anything, let’s you battle it out in your head.

You do what you always do when you want to get away from a man in the club, and the hurt written all over Hoseoks face lets you know he knows what you’re doing. You always do it with him around after all. Still, he doesn’t follow, a small blessing if nothing else and annoyingly another thing that makes you like him more.

“I’m going to the loo,” you say before you turn and make your escape from the club.

“You walking home?”

You really need to move house. If not so you can walk the opposite way home to Hoseok then to a new city completely. But past you didn’t think about the fact Hoseok would be walking you home tonight, so now you have to have this utterly awkward situation.

You turn to Hoseok, small, fake smile on your lips. You wish the ground would swallow you up.

“Uh, yeah.”

You fall into step like you always do, glad that tonight you’re not too far from home. The walk shouldn’t be too long.

It’s awkward. You haven’t spoke since the kiss. It was only two nights ago, but still you would have at least text since then, but it’s been radio silence on both sides. You have no idea what to expect, have no idea what Hoseok thinks of the whole situation, and you’ve not tried to find out.

“You alright?”

You’re not sure if he means now or just in general. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, you can see he’s looking at you. You feel a little sick.

“Good,” you reply, giving him nothing.

There’s a pause and then the thing you really didn’t want to happen happens.

“You sure?” He pauses. “Because you ran really fast out of the club the other night.”

When you glance at him, he’s not looking at you. His ears are tinted pink. It does nothing to help your mortification knowing he’s embarrassed. You shoot your head to look forward.

“Uh, you remember that?”

“Yeah?”

“Oh right, just because I thought you were drunk.”

“Clearly not drunk enough to forget it.”

“Oh right.”

Well, this is awkward. You blame him. You’d have happily buried and never spoken about what happened ever again. It’s him that clearly wants to see this friendship crash and burn.

“So, you’re ok?” His voice is softer, possibly a little worried. And now you feel guilty, does he think that you’re blaming him for this whole thing? You did bolt out of that place and haven’t spoken to him since, that does send a certain message.

“Yeah,” you say, trying to sound less tense about the whole thing. It’s hard. “I guess I just panicked a little.”

He pauses, considering your words in that way he always does. “I get that.”

“And I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of you.”

You catch him looking at you out of the corner of your eye and though you don’t look his way you can imagine the small frown between his eyebrows. He looks forward again before speaking.

“Why would I think that?”

Is he being serious? “Because I kissed you?”

“Ok?”

You’re lost. Are you having different conversations right now? Because he’s clearly not understanding your perfectly reasonable explanation and you’re not understanding why he’s so confused.

“What part of this aren’t you following?” You ask and he seems to completely ignore the question.

“You know I’ve liked you for a while, right?”

“What?”

“Surely Kat told you?”

You shake your head, frowning. You try thinking back on anything she could have said that might have indicated such a thing. You come back empty.

“She asked me what I thought about you at that party recently,” he says. “Actually, it was kind of weird. She kept rambling on about how good she thought we’d be together, which she’s never implied before. Anyway, she finally managed to get out the fact that I like you and have for a while.”

Is that why they took so long in the kitchen? That bitch. You’re going to kill her.

“I thought maybe,” he drifts off but you hear the unspoken words. I thought maybe that’s why you kissed me in the club. Because you knew I liked you too.

Oh god. So maybe you weren’t taking advantage of him the other night. Maybe he was kissing you back because he wanted to. Maybe you’ve completely misread this whole thing and made it way more complicated than it needed to be.

You stop dead in the middle of the pavement. Hoseok takes two steps before realising you’re no longer following. You watch as he turns to look at you.

You close the gap. Slowly walk forwards as you talk.

“You like me?” You ask, stepping forward.

“Yeah.”

“As more than a friend?”

He pauses a beat before deciding he’s already admitted as much. “Yeah.”

“So what do you want now?” You pause, now stood toe to toe with him. “Want do you want between us?”

His eyes stutter before dipping to your lips. It’s answer enough.

As his eyes drag back to yours, you watch as his mouth opens to reply. You close the final bit of distance between you, press your lips to his and steal whatever words he was about to say. There’s a small whelp of surprise before Hoseok melts into you.

It’s a slower kiss than in the club. He doesn’t taste as sweet but he’s still delicious. And standing in the middle of the pavement annoyingly means the kiss is shorter than you’d like. Still, as you pull away from each other you stay in each other’s arms.

He laughs and shakes his head as you just beam at him. But you agree with the laugh, you’re both so stupid.

“Just talk to me, ok?” He smiles, almost laughing the words. “If there’s something I do that you don’t like, just tell me. I promise I’ll try to not annoy you.”

“It’s not annoyance,” you roll your eyes. “It’s more disgust?”

He smiles. Doesn’t mock or joke. He just accepts it.

“Still, you’ll talk to me, right? Even if it’s not something I can fix?”

“I’ll try.”

“Try?”

The hand that’s on your back moves a little so he can pinch your side. You squeak as you move, head rolling on the pillow that it’s lay on, feet tangling a little more with Hoseoks.

“Ok,” you laugh, focus going back to Hoseok. “I’ll tell you.”

Leaning forward he pecks your lips before kissing your nose and drawing away.

You smile at him, grow a like shy so twist and dip your head onto his chest. His arm tights around your back, drawing you that much closer to him. You can feel the rumble through his chest as he laughs at your reaction. You just feel so overwhelmed with feelings towards him, have never felt them this strongly before and lay in his arms in your bed just makes it all that much more bizarre.

But it’s a good bizarre, an amazing bizarre. You can’t wait to spend years and years with him exactly like this.

#hoseok x reader #hoseok one shot #hoseok fanfic #hoseok imagine #btswritingcafe #hoseok x you #hoseok fluff

[kissesforsatoru]

Same baji anon here

I kinda wanna continue on with Baji thing…I was thinking of a hc where you reject Baji but for a rlly specific reason:

You reject Yandere Baji bc…suprised your in a relationship already but not like a normal relationship

Surprise again your stuck in a Yandere relationship with a different Yandere.

Soo hc where Yandere Baji figures out your reason for your rejection is due to bc ur already in trapped a relationship with another Yandere. May or may not be someone who’s also affiliated with a gang

pairing : baji x gn!reader

summary : when baji’s darling already has a yandere bf

⤷ warnings : aged up characters, general yandere themes, manipulation, unhealthy relationships,

notes : okay holy shit you have me intrigued?

OKAY, this can go one of two ways depending on who darling’s yan boyfriend is.

if it’s someone baji knows and is friends with, like chifuyu or kazutora, i think he’d be willing to share you with them. those are people he cares about and trusts with his life, so it’s only natural that he’d trust his beloved with them too. he’ll be a bit bummed about it of course, but at the end of the day, you have another person protecting you and loving you (baji absolutely believes that you deserve all the love in the world), so he can get used to it.

i’m absolutely sure there’d be quarrel’s between them if they end up sharing you, ones that only you are able to stop from getting out of hand. poor you has to deal with two overwhelmingly obsessive yanderes that are affiliated with gangs—like two normal yanderes is bad enough, but two yanderes from gangs??? hell, you’re in for some shit, that’s for sure. but that’s okay sweet thing, they’ll keep you nice and safe.

now, if this other yan is someone baji isn’t close with, he’d absolutely take this opportunity to be your knight in shining armor. he’d kiss up to you, give you so much sympathy and become your support system. he tells you that you’re safe with him and you can trust him to protect you, and you– goodness, you poor, naive thing, you believe him. he’s given you so much comfort, a safe space that isn’t torn to shreds by your controlling boyfriend that you’re so, so terrified of. little do you know that you’re being manipulated to walk away from one obsessive freak and into the arms of another.

after he successfully saves you from your yan boyfriend, baji will keep you close by his side, practically on a leash, and you can’t do a thing about it because he guilt trips you. he saved you from that monster you now call an ex, how can you deny spending time with him? he just wants to protect you, it hurt and worried him so much seeing you so helpless and miserable. you can’t blame him when he doesn’t want you to hang out with that one guy because he gives baji a bad vibe. and he’s right. he has a reason to be so protective over you, no matter how much it reminds you of your ex. and it turns out that guy was terrible too (baji set him up, but you don’t know that). you have no choice but to accept what baji does for you, as he puts it, because you’re indebted to him for getting you out of a bad situation.

© 2023 by hheizoukiss ━ all rights reserved. plagiarism is strictly prohibited. comments, likes, and reblog are highly appreciated.

#[niko requests 🐰] #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere thoughts #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokrev #yandere tokrev x reader #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #yandere baji #yandere baji x reader #yandere hcs #yandere baji keisuke #yandere baji keisuke x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x reader x yandere #☆ baji keisuke vs. yandere boyfriend !

[bohnsky]

You guys. I might just be the happiest person alive right now. When I started getting into F1 a few months I decided for whatever reason (the reason being Charles Leclerc) to support Ferrari. I quickly learned that being a Ferrari fan came with lots of downs and very few highs, but today I learned that the highs can be so high that you want to die on the spot because there is no way life could get any better.

You can guess how I feel about Carlos winning today. In Monza I got a Chestappen podium, now I got a Carlando podium. What’s next? Strollonso? Sewis? (thinking about it, Seb’s going to be in Suzuka, maybe we’ll actually get Sewis content, not a podium tho)

Also I didn’t expect to see Eric Nam at F1. Never in my life would I have expected to watch Eric Nam shake Carlos Sainz’ hand. Like wtf?

And that last grill the grid episode killed me. As someone who is interested in geography I can say that some of their answeres were catastrophic. It was hard to watch at some points. (Like wtf do you mean you have to find Europe first?)

So here are my favorite drivers four months and a week into liking f1. This time I decided to do a top five because my top three haven’t changed in ages:

1. Alex Albon

I love him, his voice, his face, his goofy laugh, his personality, (his girlfriend ahem), his driving, his everything. Please marry me. The marketing short film with the Albon pets, I mean come on. Alex and cats is everything I need in my life. And the other drivers with his shoes, that’s so cute.

The weekend was not optimal for Williams, but tbh I didn’t really pay much attention to them because I was a little distracted by Ferrari and Red Bull.

2. Sergio Perez

Okay hear me out. I love Checo and I feel bad for what I’m about to say but I was so happy that Red Bull had a bad weekend. I like Max and I love Checo but it felt so good to see someone else win for a change. Although I would’ve loved to see Checo in front, because I always do.

3. Charles Leclerc

My little Ferrari heart was so happy this weekend. And I think that Charles should have pitted for mediums in the end there and maybe we would’ve gotten both Ferraris on the podium. Charles did some incredible defending and keeping the Mercs behind him to help Carlos. Afterwards he seemed a little bummed out, but happy enough for the team and Carlos.

Also he’s just the cutest on grill the grid, always looks so confused. And his laugh, I can’t with him.

4. Lewis Hamilton

This is probably no surprise to anyone, because I keep debating if I should put him or Charles on third and Charles always wins. Lewis is great and he deserves the podium. Although I do think that George should have gotten it.

Also I just found out that he has an Extreme X team. With Christina Gutierrez. How cool is that please? (Not as cool as Carlos Sr. with Laia Sanz my love my one and only, but still)

5. Carlos Sainz

So this is where it gets intresting, because I had Lando and Lance on my list for fifth as well, but lately I have become somewhat obsessed with Carlos. I’ve always liked him, but now I love him. He has become one of my favorite drivers (otherwise he wouldn’t be fifth lol). He is funny, smart, seems like a very nice guy and doesn’t take himself too seriously and I love that. I guess you can imagine how I went feral several times this weekend. The fact that he kept Lando close enough so he’d be in his DRS zone. I mean sure it was strategy, but still. I like to believe that he did it solely to help his Lando.

Honerable mentions:

Lando. Of course, what a great race and I can’t with all of this Carlando content. They deserve the world. But damn just let Lando stay home when you do geography with grill the grid. It hurts us all, not only him.

Lance. I really don’t know what it is about him. He took my heart. Every time I see him, I just want to squeeze him. I was super happy about all the Lance content we got from grill the grid, but then quail happened. I just hope he is okay and recovers quickly. That crash was insane, but luckily security got better over time.

Fernando. First it was all fun and games with Strollonso and all, but I’ve somehow started to actually get attached. He makes me happy, or in this case sad, because the race sucked for him. Not a good weekend for AM. Also Fernando with Alex' shoes. Loved it.

Max. I feel bad for him. I am happy that the Red Bull reign is over (for now) but he deserves a good car, because he’s just such a good driver. Also he really impressed me in grill the grid.

George. I shouldn’t be mad at him for being good, but I am. But at the same time I’m happy for him. He’s a great driver and damn what a race today, he really should have stood on that podium. But he ruined a Ferrari front row by being good so I am allowed to be mad.

Esteban. First of all, happy birthday my man. The race sucked again, but at least this time there was some coverage of him and we didn’t have to assume that he got abducted by aliens. And again, I love his accent way too much.

Liam. I had the time of my life watching his quail. I might have celebrated a little too much when he kicked Max out, but oh well. And he got his first points, which is great for him. I hope he gets a permanent seat soon.

Daniel. I had to include him just so I can mention Taylor Swift. My man singing Our Song was the best thing ever.

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #singapore gp 2023 #alex albon #sergio perez #charles lecrelc #lewis hamilton #carlos sainz junior #lando norris #carlando #lance stroll #fernando alonso #max verstappen #george russell #esteban ocon #liam lawson #daniel ricciardo

[jlushie]

Hello! Just wanted to say I loved your Stardew Valley headcanons and would love to see more :D no specific requests in mind, just more Elliott 😍

Thank you so much Anon! I’m so sorry it took awhile to get to your request, I’ve been pretty busy as of recent but I should be a bit more free! Plus we got some more Stardew Valley Headcanons on the way, which includes all marriage candidates, including the lovely Elliott! 😉

I decided to make some general Elliott headcanons for you! This is my first ask so I really hope you enjoy it! They aren’t in any particular order, but I hope you like it! ><

Some General Elliott Headcanons! <333

Elliott, in my eyes, is the most attentive lover!

I’ve said this in my last headcanon for Elliott, but he admires every detail of you. Any minor change he will notice.

With that said, he swoons over every detail. He adores you! He’s adored you since you introduced yourself to the valley!

And I mean EVERY detail. It can be anything, such as eye color, hair length, freckles, scars, rosey cheeks, ANYTHING.

That doesn’t just go for your physical appearance, it also applies to your personality. He adores everything you might find insignificant, and like your physical appearance, he will notice any mood change so unbelievably quick.

This man just really, REALLY loves and appreciates you and everything you do, and he will make sure you know it.

If you are every self conscious about any of these things, he’s so quick to dote on you. You shouldn’t feel that way about yourself, you’re such a beautiful person! <33

“My dear… Every part of you is simply perfect. I’m truly the luckiest man in the world to have someone like you as my partner.”

He would be a man who loves to kiss your hands and your forehead.

Hands is a no brainer… He seems like such a gentleman! He’d kiss your hand as a greeting, and most likely ends up doing it randomly throughout the day.

Forehead because I believe him to be pretty tall. If you’re taller than him, that’s perfectly fine! He’d still like to kiss your forehead if so, but also kiss your jawline.

I also have a FIRM belief he’d be one of the best people to hug in the valley!

He seems like he has such a warm embrace, and he’d hold his arms out for a hug whenever you needed or wanted one.

“My love, you’re so affectionate today! Don’t get me wrong, I truly every second.”

If someone had ever dared to say or do anything to you, Elliott would have a word with the individual.

He isn’t the fighting type, and would prefer using his words rather than his fists. Usually his words actually work! He either confuses them since his vocabulary is so advanced or he roasts them, and they usually can’t reply since his words truly hold a lot of weight to them.

Afterwards, he’d do anything to make you feel better! A bath, a nice dinner, say what you want and you’ll have it!

He’s a very caring and supportive lover. You supported his writing, and you were there for him for every little thing. He won’t let you be down, and he’ll cheer you on no matter the endeavor. However, he’d prefer the endeavor not have a risk for injury, such as the mines.

Don’t get me wrong, he believes in you, but always worries you won’t come home to him :((

He would love if you played and instrument or sang when he plays the piano. It’d be so lovely, and it’d inspire him a ton!

He also loves to read to you! And if you two had children on your farm, he’d read to all three of you. It’d probably end up with you and your kids asleep on Elliott, who dared not to move, even if he wasn’t tired.

He would also love if you played with his hair, or put it in some sort of hairstyle! It’s fine if you can’t, of course! He just loves to feel your touch, and feeling your hands brush through his hair is oddly soothing to him.

He’s such a romantic! He brings you flowers, writes you poetry, and has even tampered with writing a song for you at one point!

Overall, a 10/10 husband and lover! He will always make you feel loved and adored!

#stardew valley x reader #stardew valley bachelors #stardew valley elliott #x reader #stardew valley #headcanon #x you fluff

[stormblessed95]

The problem when people say that they’re tkkrs, and they don’t engage in the vile rhetoric they often times spew + they say they love Jimin is the fact that there is no accountability and it makes them complicit to the other shit tkkrs do.

I’m not even defending jkkrs because they have a problem of their own, BUT the difference is that a MAJORITY of people who love and support Jikook call each other out. Whenever we see misinformation being spread we do our best to correct it and snuff it out and we come with facts and receipts. We hold each other accountable so that we make sure Jungkook, Jimin and Tae are humanized and not seen as characters in an AU.

So even though you - anon wants us to believe that tkkrs are nice and pro Jimin, the reality is that because your breed continues to be toxic, continues to spread lies, continues to harass people when the narrative doesn’t fit to your advantage, and continues to fetishize and I want to make it clear IT IS fetishizing, that even though they’re “nice” you’re also all silent.

The fact that your solution is to block and report but not try to correct the narrative not only proves the way you are complicit but it shows that looking away from the problem IS why tkkrs are so toxic.

And I’ve been an ARMY for YEARS, YEARS, and no matter how nice you tell me tkkrs are at the end of the day, as you said, anon, it’s used as a way to “de-stress” and ship fictional/non-fictional couples together, it invalidates the point you’re trying to make because TAE, JUNGKOOK AND JIMIN are real people. People that are living in an ANTI-LGBTQIA+ society that doesn’t accept them. So for you it might be merely shipping them but for actual QUEER PEOPLE our lives are not a fucking way for you to live bi-curiously or join in the “camaraderie” as you so eloquently put it.

And the fact that you bring up the point that people just want to claim Jk or invalidate him to fit a narrative is precisely the issue. JUNGKOOK is a real person, not someone we covet or “ship” with Jimin, he isn’t a stand in for us to fuel our fantasies, he is a person THAT WE listen to and respect and support.

Miss me with that bs that some of you are nice, esp when the nice ones I’ve met in my 5/6 years of being an ARMY talk and think about Tae in inappropriate ways AND in fact do use Jungkook as way to fantasize some weird ass shit, because the moment that Jungkook does something to show you all that DOESNT FIT YOUR NARRATIVE, you all throw him under the bus. Not a single tkkr has been speaking out about the mistreatment that JK’s getting rn, and you want us to believe you see him as a person and that you’re nice?. Go and talk about important shit, not about how it’s a flip of a coin to trust tkkrs……..

Stop coming to our safe spaces and taking to us, leave us the fuck alone, why can’t you all just stay in your lane and not interact with us?!. TF???!

Because it's you... and I love you. And I agree with you and everything here. Imma post it even though I closed the topic. @chikooritajjk summed it up nicely. Imma just also add that it's not a flip of a coin to just trust anyone honestly. The amount of people I trust on this app I can count on one hand. And yall know who you are 🥰 I've yet to find a tkkr that ships taekook and doesn't let the harmful narratives spread around continue to be spread around. It's kinda like how people say "its not all men" when women talk about our experiences in the world and when the #/me too movement was happening. "It's not all tkkrs" gives the same energy. I understand where everyone is coming from here, but it is what it is. If it's not you, then you don't need to defend tkkrs or shipping. If you aren't doing these things and you are standing up against it or trying to call people out, then you don't need to get upset. No one then is talking about YOU. But if you aren't doing those things, then you are part of the problem too. And that goes for all shippers too.

#boundaries as shippers

[sepublic]

Willow’s Arc

I love you Amity, but did anyone else lowkey get micro aggression vibes from this? Amity unintentionally yet condescendingly downplaying Willow’s feat as just luck?

And I think that makes sense, and shows how Willow contrasts with Amity in terms of goals and how they were framed by others... Like Luz and Lilith, Amity was someone who was worried about her magic never being good enough, particularly in living up to Odalia’s standards. And like those aforementioned two, Amity accepts that her magic doesn’t need to be strong as a reflection of her self-worth, Amity doesn’t need to be useful, and fittingly she’s the weakest of Luz’s friends, relatively speaking. Amity is content with any power level, and likewise so are Luz and Lilith, who are also among the weaker scale of our protagonists; Again, comparatively speaking.

Willow, on the other hand... As alluded to by Gus saying Willow wants others to see the REAL her, I think Willow is someone who always wanted that skill and power of hers recognized. It’s not that Willow thinks her self-worth is tied to being strong; But at the same time, honing that magic of hers and being recognized for it also means a lot to her as well! For years, Willow was essentially gaslit into thinking her abilities were lesser than they actually were, and her arc comes in reiterating that no; People are wrong. Willow’s assessment of her strength IS real and valid, as is her self-efficacy!

Because I’m sure if someone (say Amity) were to reassure that Willow doesn’t NEED to be strong to be treated as a person... Again, Willow recognizes the kind and unconditional sentiment. But at the same time, it still stems from that misconception that Willow IS weak, and she’s tired of people constantly downplaying and dismissing her accomplishments. Like yes she’s more than that, but it also means a lot to her too, as Willow herself has decided and chosen for herself? At best this evaluation of Willow is unskilled leads to that type of well-meaning yet condescending reassurance, the implicit acceptance that Willow actually isn’t strong.

And that’s a big part of Willow’s motives; Not wanting to be misjudged, as Any Sport in a Storm established! She likes being treated with kindness and dignity but she also doesn’t want to be misunderstood as someone she’s not, either; Gus beats himself up for accepting a portrayal of Willow that’s meek and scared, which obviously there’s a lot of meta about how he knew Willow as that for most of their friendship, and is a naturally trusting person who would believe that type of relapse and not judge.

But as Gus himself reiterated, Willow’s arc is about showing her real self, the self that was always there and people pretended it wasn’t. Hence Inner Willow lamenting that she once WAS Willow, until Amity’s torment skewed with Willow’s perception of herself as a capable individual who just needs to be given the chance to flourish, where she actually would. Willow is chosen by Clover when she states that she wants to be strong and supportive of her friends; It’s very much her chosen goal and not just to prove others wrong.

Again, to bring back that micro aggression comparison. It’s like how people of color and/or women want to be treated with respect and dignity; Speaking personally, it’s not enough for white people to be nice and patient with us, if they still kinda see us as lesser. There’s a reason why the white man’s burden is criticized, why we despise stereotypes. Yeah one might say “It’s okay if you’re not skilled”, but if it’s a white person saying that to a peer of color who very much IS skilled and is only unrecognized due to implicit racial biases... Yeah, that’s not gonna feel great, it’s kinda missing the obvious point.

(And for the love of god I’m not saying Amity is racist because she technically can’t be. Racism doesn’t exist in the isles, so at most this could be meant to invoke similarities as a metaphor, but that’s it. Like how Odalia canonically isn’t homophobic -that also doesn’t exist in the isles- but her disapproval of Luz, in contrast to Alador saying she’s always welcome, is very much meant to parallel coming out stories and the backlash of literal homophobia VS acceptance. And even if Amity was being racist, it’s ultimately fine because she’s called out over this and learning to be better.)

Any kindness will be undermined if there’s still that core underestimation going on, which can also tie into ableism as well! We appreciate the support and patience but at some point, we really need you to believe in us, instead of always seeing us as that weak person who needs help! I don’t care if you don’t judge us for needing help, there’s still an issue in how you see us. This can very much be compared to Luz’s conflict with Eda the very next episode, too;

Luz knows full and well that Eda loves and respects her regardless of talent or skill, she’s made that incredibly clear since the start. But it still hurts to be seen as weak and unable to take care of yourself nor contribute, regardless. There’s that lack of trust and belief in a loved one to take care of themselves, and that in itself is a lack of support; Like yes, Eda is valid in that she’s not doing this to belittle Luz, but because not even the greatest child should handle this. But Luz’s feelings are also valid as well.

She wants to be seen as dependable, and make up for her ‘weakness’ in Grom. She wants support not just in care but in belief that she can do it. And I know I said earlier that Luz is someone who accepts that her magic doesn’t have to be strong, but to reiterate; Luz accepts that she doesn’t have to be the best. But she still wants to be seen as good enough to help, too. And Luz accepted her relative weakness at the start of her journey, because she didn’t need to place pressure on herself when she’s still starting, even if behind others.

But circumstances have changed with Luz managing to grow and become strong as she wanted to, which is why her reaction shifts to seeing Eda as dismissing Luz as still that same old weak kid she once was, and not acknowledging that she HAS grown; Which hurts, because learning magic still means a lot to Luz, and like Lilith excelling in glyphs... Yes you don’t have to be the best but everyone needs a win at some point, too. Your self worth isn’t attached to that but is it also too much to ask to be really good at something just this once, either?

“After years of thinking I wasn’t good enough, I finally found something I can be good at. Something I want to be good at! Switching to the plant track was just the beginning; I’m on my way to becoming the witch I want to be! I can do this!”

And the same applies for Willow but on a larger scale, to bring things full-circle as Luz had said during her episode as well. I find it fitting that Luz and Willow became immediate friends, as was Gus for both girls as well! And I’ve talked a lot about how Gus has self-image issues regarding his magic and his ability, underestimating himself as dumb when he very much isn’t... Which again you can probably see why telling Gus that it’s okay if he’s dumb is very much NOT the solution to this particular example of self-deprecation. Gus also wants to have his magic recognized and meaningful, he doesn’t HAVE to be in order to be treated with respect, but at the same time he doesn’t appreciate people lowballing illusions either!

So to bring it back, Amity and Willow just have a fascinating duality. Amity is someone set up and expected to be the best and the pressure causes her to crack, hence her breakdown when Willow gets Hermonculus’ top student star over her. But Amity eventually realizes she doesn’t want to be the best and finds relief in the humility of just being good enough for herself.

Conversely, Willow is someone constantly labelled as ineffectual, until she believed it and let that affect her self-image, as well as any attempts to grow if she’s never going to succeed; She became resigned to and content with this, never yearning for more. But Willow is eventually reminded that she IS capable in many ways, that people’s misunderstanding of her doesn’t decide who she is nor erase that; And that emboldens Willow to actually try and reach for that greatness she desires and embrace her actual self, finally succeeding in becoming who she wanted to be.

Hence Willow self-actualizing in what she’s actually good at via Plants, instead of being seen as a weak Abomination witch; Which while true is hardly a representation of Willow as a whole. Just as “Willow doesn’t have to be strong to be treated with respect” is true but doesn’t quite capture her goals and arc, but “No matter how others perceive her, Willow’s abilities are real and she CAN accomplish what she sets out to do” does. Willow had bad luck being placed into an ill-fitting environment for her she couldn’t do well in, and her failure in that context made people assume it applied to Willow as a whole, when it really didn’t.

Willow just wants others to see her for who she actually is, instead of focusing on being nice to a version of her in their heads that doesn’t exist; She once lost sight of herself but regained it, symbolically reflected in Willow’s glasses being given a golden trim. She finally found the thing she was good at, instead of letting past failures define her... Willow and Amity both struggled with being someone others saw/expected them to be that they weren’t, and were finally able to reconcile the discrepancy to reiterate who they really are and want to be.

#the owl house #willow park #amity blight #luz noceda #gus porter #augustus porter #character analysis #meta

[lunarsun12]

My Spotlight - Part 2

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Tis the day, Ice Prince Sunghoon vs Niki Minaj, everyone is anticipating for the result. As they get a free show…well for Sunoo it is hell for him. As he hates it when people steals his spotlights.

Who will win? The Ice Prince or Niki Minaj?

The next day…

Sunghoon was first, as he claims Niki will be shaking in his boots. Once he see his performance.

Back at the ice rink…

Sunghoon was preparing to warm up, with the rest of family at the side watching him. With Jay holding my son is the best banner.

Sunghoon: Niki is slow! I bet he is scared!

Sunoo: Yeah right…Niki being scared is like me being nice to you for a day

Heesung: You two are really spawn of Jay for sure…

Heesung: The amount of—

Jake coughs loudly, before Heesung finish his sentence. Signally him not to speak anymore, as Jake really doesn’t want to see another fight anymore.

Jay: Look hyung just watch my son glide across the ice

A few mins later, Niki and Jungwon arrived at the ice rink.

Niki: Sorry, we are late! Eomma has to help, an old lady cross the road and then rescues a cat from a tree

Heesung: So sweet!

Niki: Let’s see what you got snow boy! And also Uncle Jay…what with the outfit…

Jay: I’m supporting my son

Sunoo gave a side eye to jay outfits and scoffed at it.

Sunoo: You supported the wrong person, at least supports someone who have taste in fashion

Right on cue Sunghoon music came on and he started to do his routine.

15 mins later…

Everyone who watched Sunghoon performance, just stood there in awe. As they were blown away of this majestic performance. Apart from Sunoo, he hates to see his brother getting the spotlight.

Sunghoon finished his performance, glide down to meet with his family.

Sunghoon: So how is it? Don’t need to say! I’m already fabulous

Jay: That my son!

Jake: It’s so good! Oh my goodness!

Heesung: I have to admit, it was really good

Jungwon: I guess it is half good

Jungwon: Isn’t that right Niki? Niki?

When Jungwon turned around, Niki was nowhere to be found.

Jungwon: Niki!! He is gone!!

Heesung: Again? Why you keep on losing him

Sunghoon: Hah, he must have got cold feet and ran away

The ice rink went black, which lead to someone scream like a girl (highly suspected that is Sunoo). The Spotlight was shone the lockroom entrance and revealed Niki, dressing up as Michael Jackson.

Niki: Hasta La Vista Sunghoon~

Niki did shotgun with his hand and shooter at Sunghoon. Niki started to do his routine.

15 mins later…

Everyone was in shock and as well laughing. As during the midst performance, Niki started to rap about dissing Sunghoon.

Niki: Beat that ice boy!

Jungwon: Niki, you really should tell where you are going to me!

Niki: I did tell, you were busy watching Sunghoon to notice

Sunoo: I love this performance even though I don’t like Niki

Sunghoon: You only liked it, because he dissed me

Heesung: Looks like the decision is made then

Before the Show…

Jungwon was sitting next to Niki in his bedroom, Niki is looking glum.

Jungwon: Niki, come on…don’t be sad

Niki: I just wanted to show everyone my dance but now they can’t even see it as they chose Sunghoon

Jungwon: Sunghoon as this mystical charm, it hard to resist…

Niki: I want that charm!

Niki: I don’t want to dance anymore…I don’t care if I get scouted or not! No one takes me seriously!

Jungwon: Hey Niki! Look who cares about you dumb cousin think! Do it for yourself!

Niki: You right…I just wanted to show them how much improved!

Jungwon gave Niki a hug: Don’t worry your Eomma is always here

After the performance…

Niki: I can’t believe it

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#kpop #kpop au #text au #kpop reactions #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #kpop crack #kpopidol #jake enhypen #niki enhypen #sunoo #enhypen sunoo #nishimura riki #jungwon #jay #enhypen imagines #enhypen jay #enhypen au #enhypen #enha reactions #enha #choi heesung #heesung enhypen #sunghoon #enha imagines

[innerchorus]

Right, here’s a few thoughts and favourite panels etc from Chapter 114. I’d like to say I will come back and talk about it more when the scanlation team releases this chapter but there’s no guarantee that I will have the energy for it so I may as well talk about it now. SPOILERS for the most recent chapter, obviously.

Hilmes reveals his face to the gathered crowd!

(And I’m already having some feelings thanks to the little flashback panel to that young Hilmes and Osroes moment we were shown before. For a little piece of trivia, Arakawa included that flashback in Chapter 20, but in the novels it doesn’t actually come up until the point the manga is at now, where it’s inserted right before Hilmes wakes from his angsty nap on the throne, as if the memory is a dream of a simpler time, a happy moment, and a future without problems.

I like that Arakawa included it earlier, as it’s a good reminder of how young Hilmes was when his whole world got torn apart with his father’s death and the palace fire, so it helps to build sympathy for him, but I also like the poignant contrast between the memory and the reality he wakes to, sat on the throne he has always believed he is destined for.)

Arakawa did a great job of portraying the range of reactions among the citizens in the crowd. The younger ones don’t know who Hilmes is, some are dubious, but it seems clear that once he’s taken his mask off, they believe him. The older woman crying and praising Prince Hilmes for liberating Ecbatana... I wonder if she remembers him?

Lots of emotion visible on people’s faces, including a couple of Hilmes’s soldiers with tears in their eyes; it must be such an overwhelming moment to witness!

Meanwhile, Sam just looks... resolved, I guess? He’s chosen his path and all he can do is remain resolute and offer Hilmes whatever support and counsel that he can in order to guide him to become a good ruler. But you just know he’s already thinking of the problems they’re soon going to face, even as the citizens are cheering.

Sure enough, the fact that the gate is closed is met with some complaints and suspicion, though Sam does his best to offer an explanation that will satisfy, at least for now.

Essentially, Sam is acutely aware that Hilmes’s bloodline alone is not enough to keep the support of the populace. He’s taken the capital, but what now? Can he provide for the populace? How will they react when they find a Parsian army led by Andragoras outside the gates?

(The novel actually has the line: ‘Sam was not very optimistic about the future for himself and Hilmes’ and I just 😭😭😭 because it’s so clear he will stay by Hilmes’s side no matter what now, even if he thinks it likely that they will fail to hold the capital.)

tfw when you go to the treasury and find it totally empty...

...and you realise that Guiscard has stolen everything, including the crown you would have used for your coronation.

Hilmes now starts to have some realisations about the position he’s in, and unease and anger creep in.

(I like seeing more of his face! It’s a different look and it’s taken me a couple of reads of the chapter to get used to it, but it’s so nice to be able to see more of his expressions etc)

A Team Arslan scene follows, where Arslan learns of events regarding the situation in the capital, plus what Guiscard is doing. I’ll talk about this section more when the scanlation is out, I think, but it does tug at my heart a little that even now, Arslan wishes that he could mediate between Hilmes and Andragoras, but it’s impossible.

Hilmes wakes from a night of sleeping on the throne in a bloodstained throne room (oof... can’t be much like his childhood self’s dreams of the future) to find someone lurking in the shadows...

OHHH and my hackles are up

because the person who emerges claims to be Husrab...

...but we know that Husrab is already dead (run over by Andragoras’s cart for betraying Tahamenay)

And suspicious figures lurking in dark corners, well... you can draw your own conclusions about that, but this scene is also slightly different to the novel so without further spoilers, I’ll go into that a bit here. In the novel, Hilmes and Sam are discussing plans for strengthening the city’s defences etc when Husrab requests an audience with Hilmes. In the novels, Hilmes has never met Husrab before and so doesn’t know him. However, Sam has. In the manga, Husrab (the real Husrab...) has served in Hilmes’s household in Ecbatana. Is Hilmes going to notice that the man before him is not who he says he is? Is Sam going to arrive on the scene or not? I’m eagerly anticipating the outcome!

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #arslan senki spoilers #god new chapters are giving me life each month right now #hilmes #sam #...not enough zandeh this chapter #that's my one complaint #husrab #only not #where are you sam we need you in this scene

[buffenny]

i’ve avoided putting anything on here, on my public accounts because i’m not exactly a public griever. i never will be. i originally wasn’t going to put anything here either, but i think this is the next step in this whole grieving thingy for me.

idec if anyone actually reads this, because this is a comfort for me, plus i don’t think i can stomach not saying anything about someone that meant so much to me despite having never met him. he’s got me through so much. so fucking much. 

also before i get into it, i do want to mention that this is very much me rambling and may also come across sort of vent-like. 

things were really rough for me last night (as im sure it was for so many other people). i cried for so so long to the point where i couldn’t breathe and the only thing i could feel was the pressure of my headache that had formed, it wasn’t even one of those pounding headaches, it was just constant. honestly i blame it on being dehydrated, L to me for not drinking water ig. 

at first i thought it was some kinda of sick joke. about 10 seconds into the video i was actively hoping that it was. i don’t know how to fucking process this or how to properly grieve and i cant even imagine how anyone close to him must be feeling right now. but i bet that they’re fucking proud of him. he’s made such a positive impact on so many fucking people. 

he was the first person i watched when i started watching minecrafters again. instantly i grew attached to his content and his personality. the way he interacted with his friends was just so fucking nice to watch. i cant even explain it well because who the fuck actually manages describes complex emotions like this in full?? 

my first art post on my twitter account was him and my first mcyt post on my instagram account was him. i

 remember being fifteen fucking years old, having no friends and no one to even talk to. i remember being the loneliest i had ever been in my entire life, and i remember how much technos content helped me through that. 

yesterday, when the video was uploaded to his channel, i cried the hardest i had ever cried in my entire life. i have never dealt with grief like this. i’ve never experienced death. but yesterday, everything felt wrong. nothing felt real, it didn’t feel real. i straight up, could not fucking believe it. i still cant believe it. because it doesn’t feel real. i cant wrap my head around him actually being gone. 

and when i say that everything felt wrong, i mean that it felt like i couldn’t do anything. everyone was talking about distractions but i couldn’t distract myself because just the action of doing so felt like i was doing him a disservice. and don’t get me wrong, i know that’s not true, but that’s how it felt. i couldn’t listen to fucking music all day yesterday because the noise was just too loud, and the lights on in my room were too bright so i had to shut them off as well. it all felt so wrong. 

today, seeing the rest of the world move on with their lives was so confusing to me. people have been so excited to watch the new stranger things episodes and i just cant. i cant bring myself to do anything like that. anything that i can’t relate back to technoblade i cant distract myself with. 

i played a bit of minecraft, i watched some of his old videos, i watched phil’s stream. 

it was really nice to laugh with my friends though. i’m glad that i was able to do that today. really fucking glad. 

i’ve been spending a lot of time on twitter. right now the whole place is just full of love and support and other people who are grieving just as much as i am and it’s really fucking nice. 

i’m kind of scared to post this because i’m not really one for being public with my emotions, and i don’t have anything like this on any of my accounts. also the fact that i know my friends will probably see this. but like i said, it felt wrong not to post anything. 

it’s true that i could post something significantly shorter, but i think i’d rather post something that feels more me. 

#technoblade fanart

[magicalgirlsasuke]

tw// sexual assault

i fully support anyone who wants to drop the show bcos of how dark things have gotten this season. i really wasn’t expecting it either and i’ve dropped many shows i’ve loved for including sa. what i’m going on to say is in no way trying to influence anyone to come back who was triggered by it’s inclusion or how things were handled. i’ve just seen a lot of people interpreting things in a way that i personally disagree with.

i’ve seen so many folk on twitter saying that seth was a closeted queer man and that is just so blatantly untrue and deeply homophobic. what seth done to josh was a show of dominance, he was in no way attracted to him, it was an act of sheer violence and torture with the sole purpose of showing josh how powerless he is in comparison.

i’ve also seen folk saying that it was solely included for shock value and i just have to disagree. they didn’t make up something horrific just to make us uncomfortable, they showed us the real darkest aspect of a patriarchal society. sa is something i have a really hard time hearing discussed even on tv so honestly if they pulled punches and decided to use a murder instead it would’ve been a relief to me, but i don’t think including it was out of place when the act itself along with the aftermath clearly showcased the insidious nature of toxic masculinity, which is the purpose of the boy group.

it would’ve been so so easy for the writers to have the characters fall into a half and half split of people who believed josh and people who believed seth, as an easy way of negatively presenting the boy group. but the characters were instead written in a way that was really realistic for modern teenage boys. i often didn’t agree with the characters’ behaviour in the aftermath but i was really impressed with the care taken to flesh things out and how it was utilised to open up discussions and show a different kind of implosion.

i found it so realistic how all the boys offered full support to josh up until he showed trauma reactions. first we see ivan who’s chronically online, get upset that josh isn’t appreciative of his kiddy glove handling of him. then ofc we have all the boys disgusted by josh starting to mimic kirin, even tho it makes absolute perfect sense for him to want to feel as powerful as the one person on the island who’s making him feel safe. josh lashing out at bo was nasty and uncalled for yeah, but no one other than kirin and bo recognised/cared it was a way of josh trying to establish any power he could. it should’ve been called out for sure but the other boys showed a complete lack of compassion by treating it with the same severity as sa.

raf’s reaction absolutely boiled my blood and i still can’t forgive him but it was such an accurate characterisation to include. seth made raf feel like he was seen and special, and as someone who wasn’t used to that type of companionship, he became very loyal to seth. he fully believed in seth right up until he learned that he was lying about his girlfriend (the commonality that seth initially used to bond with him) leading to him finally realising that seth’s friendly personality was all a fabrication. we see that as henry tries to placate raf - telling him that seth could be a nice person sometimes so it was understandable for him to fall for it, that raf doesn’t buy into it at all anymore. we see him fully come to understand that being nice doesn’t make someone trustable bcos abusers will act nice solely as a way of getting you to trust them.

i really didn’t read seth’s backstory as being in anyway sympathetic? with the story that’s being told we need to see what made seth this way bcos he himself is a product of the patriarchy. it isn’t as obvious as it should’ve been made but his need for people to like him is abandonment issues ofc, his need for power is due to him being tossed aside by women. men are raised to see women as a lesser type of person, only serving purpose as mothers and potential partners (even when they’re their friend), so for someone who views women in that way to learn so harshly that they themselves don’t matter to those women?? that they’re below even them?? that’s what resulted in his strong desire to assert dominance over others, especially ones he knows are weaker than him like josh and henry. just to be clear i’m in no way trying to excuse him, what he did is absolutely irredeemable even tho something lead him to become the way he was (i actually felt they gave him a much less drastic backstory than they could’ve for us to be in no way sympathetic). acts of violence are almost always rooted in the maintenance of misogyny within society and this just leads to an ever feeding cycle that can only end with its abolishment.

i hope this in no way sounds preachy or anything, i’ve just read a lot of folk rallying against the writers for including something so homophobic and unnecessary which is just untrue in my opinion??

#the wilds #the wilds spoilers #in comparison to the girls group is so clear how important power is for the boys #other than seth ofc i don’t find any of the boys irredeemable like that total desire to not be seen as weak so be stronger than everyone #is something drilled into boys from a young young age and i truly do think theyd benefit sm from learning to do things the way the girls do #just as i wont forgive them if they try to redeem seth i wont forgive them for not handling josh properly either #it would make perfect sense for josh to become a confederate bcos of his need for power but he better be shown as much sympathy as nora

[1989dreamer]

Chapter 26 of Looking for a Place to Call Home

LfaPtCH Tag

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Derek can barely keep his eyes open as they eat, still leaning on Stiles. He keeps expecting to be shrugged off, but Stiles smells content and actually loops an arm around Derek to keep him upright when he lists a little too far and starts tipping over.

Isaac made far too many waffles even for five werewolves and three humans, and even Laura and Cora reach their limits after a fourth helping each.

Derek manages three bites of his third serving before his stomach slips and he rushes to the bathroom, barely able to hold off on expelling the food he’s just eaten before his head is over the toilet bowl.

Someone brushes their hand down his back, offering a bit of comfort as he dry heaves, saliva dripping from his mouth.

Slowly, Derek becomes aware of the person speaking. He isn’t too surprised to find that it’s Stiles rubbing his back, talking quietly as he keeps a steady, grounding pressure on Derek’s back.

“You’re okay. Everything is going to be okay.”

Derek doesn’t believe him. How can everything be okay when Derek can’t eat enough to put on weight and Laura is going back to her captors to rescue the child they forced her to have? How can Stiles lie so easily when Derek knows he has seen so many bad things as a deputy?

Stiles helps him stand when he finally stops retching. He wets a washcloth and gently wipes snot and saliva from Derek’s face.

“How are you feeling now?”

Derek shakes his head. He still feels queasy even if there’s nothing left in his stomach. He doesn’t know if the sensation will pass shortly or if he’ll have to stay in the bathroom in case his body decides to eject more.

Peter knocks on the door frame. “Is everyone okay?” he asks, eyeing Stiles with unbridled suspicion.

“Is there any ginger tea?” Stiles pats Derek’s back lightly before rubbing a soothing circle between his shoulder blades. “My mom swore by it whenever my dad or I felt a little under the weather.”

“Just ginger tea?” Peter asks, mischievous. “Not something stronger? She was knowledgeable about a lot of different plants, after all.”

“She was also the Hale emissary before she died.” Stiles sounds hard, like Peter pushed too hard and now he’s trying to hide any hurt behind a shield of anger.

“And your dad became our emissary after,” Peter says with forced lightness. “We—I am so grateful to your parents for the support and kindness they showed my family. I’m sure we can find some ginger tea if you think it will help.”

“What do you say, bud?” Stiles pats Derek’s back gently. “Think ginger tea sounds good?”

Derek nods. He has a faint memory of being sick as a very young child and being given something warm and spicy to drink, but he doesn’t know if that was ginger tea nor does he remember who gave it to him.

He lets Stiles heft him up into his arms and carry him into the kitchen. He could walk but his stomach hurts and he’s tired. Besides, Stiles has a nice scent. Derek buries his nose against Stiles’ shirt and inhales deeply. This smell must be why Peter likes him so much.

Stiles’ heartbeat quickens as Peter trails them back to the table where Erica already has a mug steeping.

“Thanks for supper,” John says, “but it’s way past time to be going to bed.” He yawns widely as if to make his point. “I’ll be back around 4:00. Be ready to go.” He leaves but Stiles stays at the table, watching as Derek takes careful sips from the mug. It definitely is the spicy drink he remembers, and with more life experience, he can definitely taste the ginger in it.

Peter hovers behind Stiles for a few minutes, something distinctly indecisive about his scent.

As soon as Derek finishes drinking the tea, Peter takes the mug and puts it in the sink. Then, he sits next to Stiles, who barely spares him a glance.

“Do I make you nervous?” Peter asks.

Stiles’ scent goes sour. “No,” he replies stiffly. “Why? Are you trying to make me nervous?”

Peter smells sad, as if Stiles said the wrong thing. But how could he? He’s telling the truth as far as his heartbeat and sweat response betray.

And then Derek remembers something about his uncle: he shows his teeth when he’s flirting. Mom used to explain to the men Peter brought home that if they were patient then they would get past the teeth. Not many had enough patience, and the ones that did were meaner than Peter.

Derek looks between his miserable uncle and his equally miserable crush and rolls his eyes at them. Neither of them notice because they’re too busy ignoring each other.

“Peter likes you,” he announces, making them both jump. Peter flushes under Stiles’ sudden stare. “And Stiles likes you too, Peter.”

Stiles blushes hotly too. “I do not,” he protests as his heartbeat blips wildly.

“You do,” Peter says, amazement in his tone. “Even though you think I’m a murderer?”

“I know you’re a murderer,” Stiles corrects, “but I’m not so sure that you’ll keep murdering people aside from the trip you’re about to take.”

Peter lowers his head and closes his eyes. Then, slowly, he lifts his head and opens his eyes. Stiles doesn’t react to Peter’s blazing blue eyes.

“I know the people in New York have hurt your family,” Stiles says softly. “And I know law enforcement has failed you before, but I don’t trust you to come back unscathed. You have to understand; that’s my dad. My only living relative. I can’t lose him.”

“I can’t promise anything,” Peter’s eyes flicker back to human blue, “but I can tell you he’ll have better odds if I go too.”

Derek leaves them at the table and goes to his room. Isaac is sitting at the desk, writing a letter. Derek ignores him and crawls under the bed. He isn’t hiding exactly, but he doesn’t want to be found.

He doesn’t want his sister to go to New York but he does want them to find her daughter.

He also doesn’t want to listen to his uncle awkwardly try to flirt with Stiles. He’d be happy to call Stiles “Uncle” but it’s a little too soon to know if he and Peter even want to date each other.

Attraction doesn’t mean love.

Kate and the hunters have taught Derek that. He remembers things, sights, sounds, smells, and he curls into a tight ball, hands pressed against his ears, trying to block everything out.

“Are you comfortable under there?” Isaac asks, breaking into Derek’s spiraling thoughts. “I mean, I’m sure you are, but don’t you want to be on top of the bed?”

Derek slides out from under the bed and climbs under the covers. Isaac stacks his papers, clicks his pen a few times, and turns off the light.

The bed dips when Isaac gets in, and a few minutes later, he’s settled and drifting off to sleep.

Derek listens to his slowing breathing for fifteen minutes before he’s positive Isaac is asleep. Then he slips out of bed and tiptoes back to the kitchen where Peter and Stiles are still sitting.

“I don’t care what advantage it would give me,” Stiles is saying, low and vehement. “I don’t want the bite.”

“Just think of all the cases you could solve if you had my senses.” Peter sounds passionate, like he truly believes he’s offering the best thing in the world to Stiles and Stiles is too dumb to realize it.

But Derek knows, as does Peter, that not everyone survives the bite. And sometimes, they don’t turn into werewolves at all.

Peter should tell Stiles about all the risks and not just the benefits.

Stiles responds with something biting but Derek doesn’t hear it because Peter suddenly grabs him and drags him into the kitchen by his collar.

“Little pups have big ears,” he says, pulling out a chair and pushing Derek to sit in it.

Stiles glares at Peter. “You shouldn’t be so rough with the people you claim to love.”

“Claim?” Peter snorts. “There is no ‘claim,’ Deputy. I love my family beyond life itself. I don’t need you to tell me how to show it.”

“Then you need to not grab or drag people around like they’re bags waiting for you to move them.” Stiles and Peter glare at each other, and Derek holds his breath, certain that Peter will lash out and Stiles, human Stiles, will get hurt.

Instead, Peter breaks eye contact first. “I’m sorry, Derek,” he says gruffly, sincerely. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Derek stays quiet. Peter absolutely meant to scare him. What he probably didn’t mean to do was hurt him. There was no reason to grab Derek like that, and he’s glad Stiles pointed it out.

Peter hugs him, smacking a kiss onto the top of his head.

“It’s past time for you to be in bed if you’re going to New York.” Stiles’ tone is icy. He’s still mad.

“Will you stay?” Peter asks. “I’m sure we can find room for you somewhere.”

Stiles shakes his head. “I’d better head out.” He narrows his eyes at Peter as if telling him to behave. “I’ll stop back tomorrow to make sure everything is going okay.” He gives Derek a one-armed hug. “Call me if you need anything.” He presses a card into Derek’s hand. “My cell phone is always on, no matter the time. If you need me, I’ll be there.”

Then he gets up, grabs his keys, and leaves. Derek doesn’t wait for Peter to apologize again. He crawls back under the covers in his bed, listening to Isaac’s quiet snores, to Boyd’s deeper ones, his sisters’ gentle whimpers, Erica’s deep breaths, and doesn’t sleep at all.

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When Stiles gets back to his apartment, he finds Kincaid and Ramirez sitting on his front step.

“No offense,” he tells them before they can say anything, “but I’m really not in the mood.”

It may not be  terribly late—only just past 8:00 p.m.—but Stiles is exhausted. Maybe it’s the conversation he just had with Peter Hale. Maybe it’s the overtime he’s pulled the last few days. Whatever the cause, he can feel it in his bones, and he does not want to be dragged into whatever the rookie officers have come to consult him on.

“We just wanted to let you know that the preliminary autopsy on Alan Deaton didn’t find any wounds,” Ramirez says. “Apparently, he just drove into the lake on his own.”

“Or he swerved to avoid an animal,” Kincaid adds.

“I don’t care,” Stiles says. He still believes Peter had something to do with it, but at least he was sort of telling the truth when he said he hadn’t killed Deaton.

“Just thought you should know, sir.”

“If it’s any consolation, we think the FBI agent investigating the connection between the murders and the Hale house fire is a giant douchebag.”

Stiles stifles a laugh. Ramirez is going to be a great officer if she keeps her wits about her and doesn’t let the politics of law enforcement twist her morals. And as long as Kincaid follows Ramirez, and as long as he remains uncorrupted, he’ll be just fine too.

“Anything else?” he asks, key in his lock.

Kincaid blushes while Ramirez makes direct eye contact with him, challenging him to something he doesn’t realize until she follows it with, “We’re together, Thomas and I. We won’t let it affect our work, but we also won’t let it keep us apart.”

“Congratulations,” Stiles says dryly. “But I’m not your supervisor. If you want to make it official, you’ll have to take it up with Sheriff Parrish.”

Ramirez and Kincaid exchange a look of relief.

“Thank you, sir,” Kincaid says. “We’ll let you get back to your evening now. Have a nice night.” He takes Ramirez’s hand and leads her to a powder blue Toyota Corolla that has seen better days parked in front of Mrs. Henderson’s house.

Stiles waves them off and then heads inside. He hangs up his keys, locks the door, and grabs a beer from the fridge.

He doesn’t drink often, too afraid he’ll end up like his dad did right after his mom passed. It had taken almost three years before Dad sobered up enough to pay attention to Stiles again. By that time, it was almost too late to salvage their relationship.

Stiles has been very careful and only consumes alcohol in moderation, but tonight he just really needs a drink to help him digest everything.

He picks up a bottle opener and heads out to his back steps. He flicks off the cap and takes a long swallow.

Peter killed Kate Argent. Of that there’s no doubt. Although, Stiles doesn’t think he’d be any more likely to abstain if he’d found out she was the one who burned his family alive and kidnapped his nieces and nephew.

Peter’s involvement in the deaths of Deaton and Myers is less certain.

And to complicate things even more, Peter keeps flirting with Stiles.

There must be some kind of neon sign stuck to him that attracts crazy—no, Stiles corrects himself quickly, not crazy. Supernatural.

He sighs, finishing the bottle and setting it by his feet. It’s disgusting to him, but that’s why he drinks it. He won’t ever be tempted to empty his fridge if all he has is this cheap swill.

Nudging at the bottle with the toe of his shoe, Stiles idly wonders what effect alcohol has on werewolves. Would they get drunk and recover faster? Or would it not affect them at all?

He could ask Peter, but he doesn’t think that’s the best idea. Peter might just try to bite him.

Why, though? What’s wrong with being human? And more pressingly, would Stiles survive the bite? Mom was a spark, according to Dad. And something else, like Mom or Deaton’s sister, made them unable to be a werewolf at the same time. Talia Hale hadn’t bitten Mom because it wouldn’t have helped.

What if Stiles has inherited the spark from his mom?

Could he accept the bite knowing that it could—would probably—kill him?

No, Stiles decides. Human is what he’ll have to stay. He doesn’t need enhanced senses to know when someone is lying to him. He doesn’t need extra strength to take down perpetrators.

He doesn’t need to be a werewolf.

Stiles yawns widely, jaw creaking with it. He doesn’t need supernatural abilities, but he does need a good night’s rest. Especially if his plans to see his dad and his “team” off to the airport.

It’s a little suspect that everyone trusts this half-baked scheme. Stiles knows they can’t just be going back to New York for a gun competition, but he hopes they don’t end up murdering more people or worse.

Although, if Peter tags along, it seems likely that there might be just a touch of maiming.

Stiles takes his bottle inside to rinse and put with the other recyclable glass.

He brushes his teeth and takes a quick shower to wash off the day.

He sets an alarm, sets up his coffee pot for a few minutes before the alarm, and then lies down on his bed, listening to the building settle.

His upstairs neighbor, usually awake at this time and moving around is absent, so it should be easy to fall asleep, right?

Wrong.

Stiles’ mind is buzzing too much for his eyes to stay shut despite the lethargy pulling at his limbs.

And what is making his mind race? Peter Fucking Hale.

Peter, who flirted like it was a battle that he was going to win by sheer surprise.

Peter, who killed to avenge his family and to protect them.

Peter, who Stiles wonders what he would taste like if he kissed him.

It’s been a long time since Stiles has felt attraction. Just his luck that it’s the local murder-wolf.

Stiles sighs. He’s not getting any sleep tonight. He might as well get up and do something productive, like…like?

Like write out a list of pros and cons for dating Peter Hale.

Con: Peter is a murderer.

Pro: Peter only murders people who hurt his family.

Con: Peter confessed to killing Kate and will likely be arrested and prosecuted over it.

Pro: Peter looks like a good kisser and Stiles hasn’t been kissed in literal years.

Pro: Stiles is bi and Peter is easy on the eyes.

Pro: Stiles is ready for a relationship.

Con: With Peter?

Stiles drops his pen and buries his head in his arms.

Why does he make life so difficult on himself? Why did he have to get suspended—forced vacation, his ass—and why did he have to go back to Erica and Boyd’s house? Why is he even entertaining the idea of dating Peter Hale when there’s overwhelming evidence—and a confession to boot—that Peter Hale kills people?

He doesn’t have an answer. Not even close. He crumples up his list and throws it away.

Then he lies down on his couch and turns the TV to a late night infomercial channel, mutes it, and stares at the screen until his vision blurs enough that he can finally drift off to sleep.

He dreams of teeth and claws sharp enough to tear him apart and used gently to explore more of his body than he’s showed his last three partners.

And if Stiles wakes up with a crick in his neck and an uncomfortable hard on in his pants? At least there are no werewolf noses around to detect the shame on his skin before he washes it away with a cold shower.

On his way out the door, he grabs the pros and cons list out of the trash. He scribbles a large “X” over the page, flips it over, and writes one pro: loyal. He crumples the paper again, shoves it deep in the trash can, and then drives to the Boyds’ house.

He’s not going to stop Peter or his dad from going, but he also doesn’t want anger to be the last emotion he shares with them, especially if things go badly. And what the hell, he might as well find out if Peter kisses as good as he looks like he does.

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#Teen Wolf fanfiction #Derek Hale #Stiles Stilinski #LfaPtCH #My Story/My Writing

[kimbap-r0ll]

Can I please request a TWST matchup! I am veryyy outgoing. I make friends really easy and overall I’m a people pleaser. I do get very anxious and overwhelmed easily, which can cause panic attacks. I dont like sports, but I do like studying and my grades are something I take pride in. I overwork myself a lot and I make myself crumble. I thrive in environments where I get to help people. I tend to fall for possessive people because it makes me feel like someone actually likes me, even though they’re toxic. I get a long with people pretty easily though a lot of people have taken advantage of me because I’m naive and overly kind and I do anything in my power to make sure that people like me. I crave validation so I love being praised and takes care of, it makes me feel like I’ve done something right. I really enjoy video games and puzzles cause they challenge my brain. Its very easy to get me to do anything- just tell me “if you do _____ then I’ll be so proud of you.” And I’ll do it-. I am a little chubby with stretch marks and surgical scars. I’m very insecure in my body and I would like someone who would hold me close and let the world fall away. I love the idea of someone rough and tough getting soft and snuggling with me. I have some sensory issues that can cause panic attacks, like loud places/crowds. I prefer someone quiet where I can cuddle with someone or just be in my SO’s presence. I crochet and I recently finished making a blanket! I aspire to be a botanist or a horticulturist because I love plants and gardening! Thank you!!!

Hi! Thank you for the request! I think that the best person to match you up with would be…

Jack

He might not show it but I feel like he’s a pretty possessive guy. He’s not necessarily toxic, but he doesn’t like sharing and he gets jealous easily (it’s a bit cute to see him like that haha). But overall, I can see him as a person who will want to take care of you all the time. He has siblings and care a lot for his friends, so he probably takes that to another level when with a significant other.

He won’t ever try to manipulate you since he’s so honest (he can’t lie too) and that’s what matters a lot. He believes in being loyal and will be by your side whenever you need him. He’s not the best with words, but he admires you for who you are a lot. His praises sometimes come out in a blushing mess but he really does mean it when he says things like “you did well” or “I’m so proud of you.” He will make sure you are safe and comfortable with him. You don’t like crowded areas? He will part the sea of people if needed. He loves you for who you are, no matter what you like as your hobbies or how you look. To him, you’re the person he wants to protect and he cherishes you with all his heart.

Don’t push yourself too much, he gets worried quickly for your health! If he thinks you’re too tired or you’re overworking, he might just pick you up from whatever you’re doing and make you rest. He cares too much for you haha.

I feel like you guys would do gardening often together. I think it would be really cute honestly to attempt strawberries with him! He’s supportive of your goals in becoming a botanist/horticulturist since he too really likes plants.

Speaking of hobbies, he definitely is the type of person to just sit with you while you do your thing. He’s probably a softie on the inside, so if you make him something with your crochet skills he’ll melt. He wants to learn from you if possible too, and I think it would be fun teaching him!

If you ever want to just cuddle with him, he’s literally the best person to hug. His strong arms make you feel so warm and safe, and he definitely fits your needs of a strong cuddly man :)

Overall his vibes are very nice, but more importantly he will love you more than anything else.

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Bisexual Sam Wilson Masterlist

An Intervention (ao3) - Anonymous steve/natasha/sam E, 2k

Summary: Steve, in his unyielding attempt to get Bucky back, has run them ragged. Now, Sam and Nat strike back - in the sexy way.

another way to fly (ao3) - newsbypostcard steve/sam E, 8k

Summary: Maybe that’s why it hurt so goddamn much, being in love with Steve Rogers: knowing that this was another one he probably wouldn’t be able to save.

(Or: feelings are complicated and nothing makes sense, but the one thing Sam knows for sure is that he’s definitely in love with the bastard, even when he doesn’t fucking like him very much.)

a stranger to my eyes (ao3) - jaih0 sam/bucky T, 50k

Summary: He should have expected it, but somehow, he still let himself feel a certain amount of shock upon seeing the door of his apartment ajar. The new supplies were placed on the floor with a gentleness that could have only been due to the fact that Alpine was in one of those supplies. Technically, there was no point in being stealthy now, given the grace and finesse he had used to trample up the stairs with the fruits of his shopping spree. Still, old habits die hard, and people who sneak into apartments die harder.

In which Sam saves Bucky, Bucky saves Sam, and they just can't seem to figure out what it means.

Bruises (ao3) - alienspronkles sam/bucky N/R, 1k

Summary: When Sam shows up at Bucky’s apartment bruised and bloody, Bucky patches him up

Bucky has Opinions about Sam being Captain America (ao3) - Firebird_wilmon sam/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Bucky has opinions about Captain America and makes sure everyone knows them. He wants people to understand that Sam is the perfect person for the role and that shouldn't doubt him for a second. He make sure everyone knows what a good man Sam is.

or

Bucky being a supportive boyfriend and in love with Sam Wilson.

Drunken confessions (ao3) - alienspronkles sam/bucky N/R, 1k

Summary: After Sam drinks, a lot, he ends up telling Bucky how he really feels.

First Time (ao3) - Siancore sam/bucky G, 1k

Summary: The first time that Bucky Barnes admitted to himself that he liked guys the same way he liked gals was exciting, but a little nerve-wracking. What would people think? Nothing nice. What would they say? Probably mean things.

Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me (ao3) - LittleSixx sam/bucky M, 1k

Summary: After a long day as Falcon/Captain America, the only thing he wants is to go home and be Sam.

I'll Use You As A Warning Sign (ao3) - WilderMind steve/sam N/R, 1k

Summary: It's hard to find peace, even if you deserve it.

And Sam Wilson, well, he's been through more than most. Sometimes it takes a real hero to help find someone the serenity they deserve.

Investigative Journalism (ao3) - TenSpencerRiedPlease tony/sam, minor steve/bucky N/R, 3k

Summary: Sam sits back as Bucky and Steve argue for a few minutes before he turns to Natasha. “What are they arguing about? They look pretty into it,” Sam says, looking at the two arguing outside.

“They’re arguing about what Tony Stark is like in bed. Bucky thinks he’s kinky, Steve thinks he’s secretly romantic,” Natasha says and Sam frowns.

Sam rolls his eyes, “well he’s both, I don’t know why they seem to think it’s one of the other. I mean if I knew. I’m just guessing,” he says, remembering that technically no one knew about their relationship.

invisible string (ao3) - geekyziam sam/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Sam and Bucky believe in fate and are soft boyfriends

i've never fallen from quite this high (ao3) - tavana_lee sam/bucky G, 5k

Summary: "I've been waiting for you to notice me for quite some time."

Kiss Until We Crack (ao3) - TheUltimateUndesirable m’baku/sam E, 1k

Summary: Sam knows Alphas, ignoring the fact he is one. If it’s an Alpha problem he knows about it because that’s what bartenders do. They listen. Some are more difficult to understand than others though, including a semi regular customer that he knows if he just waits might just take care of his own Alpha problems. Namely the one in his pants.

Put ‘Em Up (ao3) - Spooteh (Pawfoot) steve/sam T, 3k

Summary: The only problem with the press outing Steve and Sam as a couple is that they aren’t really a couple.

The Mating Habits of the Modern Falcon: A Field Guide (ao3) - chicklette sam/bucky E, 48k

Summary: Samuel Wilson has his shit together.

Not in this fic though. In this fic, Sam has a roommate (Steve), a fuck-buddy (Bucky), a full class load (and some student loans), an internship at the VA, a tense relationship with his sister, and no idea what he’s doing.

But he’s working on it.

The Novelty Pumpkin Proposal (ao3) - Writer_Lethogica sam/bucky T, 6k 

Summary: Sam had gotten dressed for this. He had put on a button-down, nice jeans. He wanted to give this Bucky guy a good impression. Now he was wondering why.

The well-fought fight (ao3) - Sororising steve/sam T, 2k

Summary: “Hey, can I ask you something?”

Steve reluctantly turns his head from where he’s lying in Sam’s lap so that he can look up at his boyfriend. Who is staring out of the window, so that was pointless.

“Course,” he says, and his voice comes out in that sleepy, comfortable drawl that he only seems to get around Sam.

“Who was the first person you told you were bi?”

Unexpected Houseguest (ao3) - faeryn sam/bucky M, 20k

Summary: When Sam comes across Bucky in the strangest of places, his first instincts are to run, and to call Steve. He does neither, and in doing so manages to form a strange bond with the Soviet assassin who once tried to kill him. Bucky is broken, a shell of his former self, and Sam wants nothing more than to help return him to himself. But can he maintain a respectable and responsible distance from the man, despite how Bucky draws him in, in order to help him? Or will he falter, and shatter all the progress he has made by giving in to his own desires?

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